Diary of a Teenage Hunk 20 (mm)
by Peterbilt
Marine Recruiter
Brandon slouched in the chair across from the recruiter's desk and casually drew one hand up his thigh and across his crotch. "There's just one drawback," he said.
"What is it? Something I haven't covered? Or if it's something I have, we can talk about it."
"What if I told you I think I'm gay?"
"Well, I never asked you, and you never told me," the recruiter said.
"That's it? It doesn't matter that I told you?"
"Not until you've signed on the dotted line. When you sign, you will be stating that I never asked you about your sexual preference and that you never told me."
"But how will I handle that? I mean, being around other guys in such close quarters?"
"You were a jock. How did you handle it in the locker room and the showers at school?"
"It never surfaced, really, till the latter part of my senior year, and after I was out of school."
"But you knew...it just never surfaced, or manifested itself," the recruiter said. Then he asked, "What'd you mean when you said you think you re gay? Are you still interested in girls? I mean, have you had sex with a girl?"
"Sure, lots of times."
"Lots of girls? Or lots of times with the same girl? And what's lots of times?"
"I don't know...maybe six or eight girls...probably twenty times or more, total."
"That's a pretty good straight tally for a guy your age. When was the last time?"
"The night of graduation." He didn't know why he felt the need to protect his manhood. "Time before that was last summer. I fucked this college babe while her boyfriend watched, then I fucked him while he fucked her, so I guess that doesn't exactly count as a straight tally."
"I'm no sex psychologist, but it sounds like you're more Bi than gay."
"And how's that going to help me in the Marines?"
"Look, I'm going to level with you. I've signed up lots of gay guys. Guys who were totally gay. In fact, a couple of them came right out and told me that was the reason they wanted to join the Marines, so they could be around other guys. How they deal with it is their own business. I just warn them to keep it under wraps till they know the guy well enough to trust him. I also know a lot of straight Marines who are more than willing and eager to let another guy swing on his dick, or who will plug another guy's ass. It's just how you handle yourself. You have to decide for yourself but I can't see you having a problem. You don't give off a clue; you look and act straight as hell. Just don't let your guard down till you're sure you're in a mutual situation. There's really not much gay-bashing that goes on anymore. The gay guy is booted out. The straight gay-basher is prosecuted."
"Well, that's all good to know. Let me think about this for a couple of days."
"Listen, there's a party tonight. You're invited. It might help you decide. I think at the very least, you'd get your eyes opened."
"Oh?"
"It's what you might call a mixer. There's a mix of guys...some Marines, and some guys like yourself who think they might want to be Marines but who haven't signed on the dotted line. And some guys who have signed and are just waiting to go."
"Where?"
"It's out in the country, on the back side of this guy's farm."
"The back side? Does he know you're using his farm for parties?"
"Oh, yeah. He's a retired Marine himself. He understands the code. I'll give you directions. They start breaking out the beer about eight."
Brandon arrived at the farm after eight thirty. He didn't want to be one of the first ones there. He found the gate and turned off the gravel road into a lane that led through a woods. It was another mile before he emerged into a field. There were cars and pickup trucks parked everywhere. He pulled in beside a big Ford 2500. Several guys were sitting and standing around a bonfire, others were milling around drinking beer and talking. He was surprised to see a few of them stark naked. Others were in various states of undress. Very few were fully clothed.
As he walked toward the bonfire Sgt. Willis came to meet him and handed him a beer.
"I see you started without me," Brandon joked.
"Oh, it hasn't really started yet. This is just the gathering process. Guys are starting to get acquainted. Come on, I'll introduce you around to a few guys, then you're on your own."
No one was in full uniform but there was Marine attire everywhere. Willis was dressed in fatigues and combat boots, no shirt. Several guys were in Marine boxers and boots, some wore T-shirts as well. Willis led him to the bonfire and began introducing him. The guys took over and introduced themselves. Even back from the fire, Brandon could almost feel the body heat from the sexy, muscular men and boys. Yeah, some of them were boys; one, he found out, was only sixteen. He had been invited because he wanted to join when he turned seventeen. Brandon shook hands all around but didn't try to remember names, except two; Scott Taylor and Kayne Bradshaw. They were easy to remember.
Scott sauntered up and reached for Brandon's beer. "You doing okay, dude?" he asked, holding the bottle up.
"Yeah, I just got here."
"Yeah, I saw you drive up," Scott said with a smile. "Scott Taylor." He put out his hand.
"Brandon Hall."
"Are you a Marine, a wannabe, or just thinking about it?"
"Thinking about it," Brandon said. " I talked to Sgt. Willis."
"He doesn't high pressure you," Scott said.
"No, he didn't. He was easy to talk to, answered my questions and addressed some issues I had."
"You've got issues?" Scott said, laughing.
"You could say that."
"Nothing that would keep you out I hope."
"It's more something that could get me kicked out," said Brandon.
"Oh, really. That serious."
"Yeah, I sort of got myself mixed up in some porn."
"Hell, I don't know any guy who hasn't gotten into porn," Scott said.
"Not into it. In it," Brandon said. "I accidentally got myself in a porn video."
Scott burst out laughing. "How the hell do you accidentally get yourself in a porn video? Didn't you know you were being videoed?"
"Yeah, there were three cameras."
"Man, if you're having sex when you know there are three cameras zoomed in on you, that's not accidental."
"No, but they said I could keep the tapes. I took the tapes with me. Then I found a compiled, edited video on the shelf at a sex shop. Had me on the box."
"No shit! You got hooked into porn and didn't even know it. Was it straight or gay porn?"
"It was me and another guy. If it ever surfaces, I would be dead meat as far as the Marines go," Brandon said.
"Well, somebody would have to explain why they're watching gay porn," Scott pointed out.
"That didn't matter a whole lot with those Marines they busted out in California."
"You told Sgt. Willis this?"
"Yes."
"What'd he say?"
"He told me the risk I would be taking. Said I would have to decide for myself."
"What do you think you'll do? I mean, you're here, so you're still thinking about it."
"If it's going to follow me, it'll follow me wherever I go, in the Marines or not," Brandon said.
"Man, I would love to see the video," Scott said.
"I bought the one I found, just to get it off the shelves. But it'll probably pop up somewhere else."
"You said it was you and another guy. How'd that go down? I mean, are you gay?"
"Actually, that's sort of up in the air," Brandon said, laughing, with a sheepish look. "I was definitely straight all the way. Then I got my first blowjob from a guy at the mall and things snowballed from there. Got out of hand, actually."
"What do you mean? And now did it go down with you and the guy in the video? I mean, were you top or bottom?"
Brandon sighed, shaking his head. "He topped me."
"No fuckin' shit!" Scott looked Brandon up and down. "That surprises the hell out of me. Nobody could top you unless you let him."
"I let him," Brandon admitted.
"Fuck, man, I'd like to have some of that," Scott said, still eyeing him openly.
"Well, it's not exactly off limits, but the night is young."
"You're holding out for something better, is that it?" Scott asked.
"Absolutely not. As far as I've seen, you rank high in the top ten of anybody here."
"Then why wait?" Scott said.
"Why the rush?" Brandon countered.
"You're playing hard to get," Scott said, smiling. "I don' t have to beg for sex," he declared.
"Neither do I. No, I just like to let the anticipation build up," Brandon said. "Can I ask you, are you straight?"
"I was the last time I checked," he joked.
"I was at that point in my life too. When was the last time you checked?" Brandon asked with a chuckle.
"Listen, I might hook up with somebody else," Scott said, ignoring his question. "If I do, that don't mean I don't want a piece of you."
"I might do the same. So let's agree that we don't leave here without hooking up together, okay?" Brandon said.
"Deal."
"Meanwhile, why don't we both do everybody a big favor and get rid of some of these clothes."
"Why just some of them, do you suffer from modesty syndrome?" Scott asked.
"Hey, I'm naked if you are, I got nothing to hide," Scott said.
"I'm going to put my clothes in my truck," said Brandon. Scott followed him when he started to walk away. They walked together across the field to Brandon's truck. As they approached, he took off his shirt. Scott walked over to the big Ford.
"That's your truck?"
"Yeah. Just got it with my enlistment bonus," Scott said.
"I was admiring it when I pulled in."
Scott walked around and unlocked his truck.
Brandon could see that he was stripping off his clothes, rather hurriedly, he thought. "It's better we're back here out of sight of that sixteen year old," he was saying.
"Yeah, I don't know what he's even doing here," Brandon said.
"One of the guys is going to take him home after he has a beer or two, before things start getting rough," Scott said.
In a couple of minutes Scott came back around, wearing only his boots. Brandon was had put his boots back on too, and was down to his shorts. Scott leaned back against the bed of his truck and watched Brandon peel his shorts down and toss them in the truck.
"Whew!" Scott whistled softly.
Brandon turned around.
"You asked me if I'm straight. I am. But for that...man, I think I could be bent." He looked down at Brandon's manhood. "Damn, that's a pretty incredible looking cock, too."
"Now you've got me confused," Brandon said. "You said for that you could be bent, but I don't know if you're talking about my ass or my cock."
"Fuck, I don't know either, now," Scott said, laughing. Then he reached out, rather cautiously and took hold of Brandon's cock. "Man, that is a handful," he said as he pulled on it.
"It's gonna outgrow your hand if you keep doing that," Brandon said.
There was a long silence as Brandon leaned back against his struck, feet set apart and they both watched Scott's hand pulling on his cock.
"Listen...... " He looked up at Brandon, then looked all around. "I don't do this, but....I'll, uh....go down on you, if you'll go down on me."
"Deal."
Scott took in a deep breath as he slowly went down on his haunches. "Fuck, this is a cock and a half," he murmured as he drew it to his face and licked the head rather gingerly.
Brandon wanted to tell him it wouldn't bite, but he would let him move at his own pace. He watched him play with it, causing it to grow in his fist, and study it from all angles. Then he rose up. "I don't think I can do it," he said, and he let go of it.
Brandon smiled. "Want me to show you how?"
"Yeah, hell yeah, but I don't know if I can do it back."
"You don't have to," Brandon said.
"Do you wanta fuck me?"
"Fuck, yeah! Man, you've got an awesome ass."
"What if I said you have to go down on me first? Just to try it," Brandon said.
"I don't know....." He hesitated. "Okay, yeah...I'll go down on you. Not saying I'll suck you, but I'll go down on you."
Brandon put his hand on Scott's shoulder. He went slowly to his haunches, his big hands around Brandon's thighs. When he was face to face with his cock, he just looked at it. After a moment Brandon hunkered forward to brush the head across Scott's mouth. Finally, Scott let his lips go slack, but still waited for Brandon to push his cock through. When he had his mouthful, he began sucking.
He was good. Even eager, for a first timer. So good that Brandon wondered if it was his first time. But he did it a lot longer than Brandon expected he would. Finally he stood up. "Does that count enough for fuck?" he asked.
"You earned your fuck in the first couple of minutes," Brandon said. He opened his truck door and turned around. He reached behind the seat for the large tube of lube. He handed it back to Scott and bent over the truck seat, his feet set wide apart and his ass stuck back in offering.
A moment later Scott handed the tube back, then he felt the Marine's cock pressing against his hole.
"I'm not a virgin," Brandon said. He wanted it hard and rough from this guy.
He got it. He got it so hard that the truck shook, and they weren't even in it. Brandon bit down on the seat to stifle his screams. Scott was good and he was rough and hard, but he didn't last as long as Brandon wanted. He shot off a big load, though. When he pulled out, cum ran down Brandon's thighs.
"Thanks, dude. You've really got an awesome ass."
"Don't thank me. You're a good fucker," Brandon said.
Brandon was still boned up. He didn't mind that the excellent fucking he got from Scott didn't get him off. His cock remained fluffed out and rubbery as they walked back from their trucks.
"Sorry I left you hanging," Scott said.
"No you're not. You could've given me some head to finish me off," Brandon said, laughing. "Hey, just kidding. It's okay. I don't have to get off. Saving it for later, for some other lucky guy who will appreciate it."
"It wasn't so bad, going down on you, I gotta admit."
"Maybe you'll come around and some other lucky guy will get the benefit from it," Brandon said.
Things had heated up back around the bonfire. There were two young guys on their knees sucking two muscular studs. Another guy was stretched out in the grass a few yards from the fire and two boys were working on him. It was all out sex.
Brandon saw two younger looking guys standing in the shadows over by a clump of small trees and shrubs. They were talking, and every once in awhile, glancing back at the bonfire. A guy came up to him and took hold of his cock, another came up behind him and began feeling his butt.
"Guys, could I have a rain check?" he said in a nice tone.
"Don't say that unless you mean it," one said. "I don't want to have the anticipation build up then have you not deliver on a promise."
"I'm not putting you off," Brandon said. "You guys show that kind of interest, I'm interested too. But a little later."
"You're going to be up for grabs by everybody here," the other one said.
"There's plenty to go around. I'll be sure and save some for you," Brandon said. He walked toward the clump of trees, into the dark and away from the light and warmth of the fire. The two boys saw him coming and stepped back from each other.
"Hey guys," he said. He guessed they were in the "thinking about joining" category, like himself. They looked like high schoolers, although well built ones. Jocks, he thought. He felt older, even though they were probably close to the same age.
"Hey," they said in unison. Their stance was not an unwelcoming one, but they appeared nervous.
"It's a bit chilly this far away from the fire," Brandon said.
"I guess we didn't notice," the dark haired one said. He was also the most muscular. He was built like a wrestler.
"My name's Brandon," he said, putting his hand out.
"Dakota. This is Geoffrey."
"Are you guys waiting to go, or just thinking about joining?" Brandon asked.
"It's up in the air," Dakota said. "We're not signed up yet."
Brandon noticed that Geoffrey wasn't saying anything, and he got the feeling that he might have interrupted something.
"Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to barge in," he said, and was about to turn and go.
"No, it's all right. We were...just talking," Dakota said.
"No, you were talking. Geoffrey, here, hasn't said anything except hey."
"I'm sorry," Geoffrey said. "We were just into something....."
"Like I said, I'm sorry I barged in," Brandon cut in.
"No, wait. It really is okay. Don't go," Geoffrey said, taking hold of Brandon's arm. His grip lingered for a few seconds, like he was feeling his muscle. "Are you a Marine? Maybe you could tell us something about what it's like. I mean, I know it's not like this, what with their stupid don't-ask-don't-tell policy."
"I'm afraid I can't tell you much. I'm not a Marine. Yet."
"Oh. You look like a Marine."
Brandon laughed. "We're all a bunch of naked guys. We look like a bunch of naked guys."
"I mean you're built like one, and you have that military bearing."
"Whatever you see, it's not Marine," Brandon said.
"We were just talking about it...going in...whether we want to or not," Dakota said.
"Whether I want to. He is going in," Geoffrey said.
"You, uh...don't sound too pleased about that," Brandon said.
"He's not," Dakota said. "He's not sure he wants to. He's not sure he can handle it."
Brandon looked Geoffrey up and down, looked Dakota over, then looked back at Geoffrey. "Looks to me like you've already got one up on the physical training. Both of you."
"That's....not it," Dakota said hesitantly. He glanced at Geoffrey.
"I'm gay," Geoffrey said. "He's straight, so he would have no problem being around so many hunky men. I, on the other hand, would probably be constantly boned up."
Brandon looked down at his manhood. "You're not boned up now, and look at what all these hunky men are doing."
"I guess the conversation was too serious," he said. He looked away, with a look of pained frustration, and he looked like he was about to choke up.
"Jeff, it's okay," Dakota said in a quiet tone.
He was about to choke up. He kept his composure. "The real problem is, if I go in and Jeff doesn't, he's afraid he'll lose me."
"Lose you?" He looked at Geoffrey. "Lose him?"
"We're more than just friends and teammates. We're lovers," Geoffrey said. "I'm afraid to go in but Godd, I can't stand the thought of being away from him."
"And the conversation was about......???" Brandon asked.
"It was about everything, and nothing," Geoffrey said. "He is going in. I don't think I am. So it was about nothing. It's all been decided."
"Well, I'm not in a position to offer advice, but I've got some if you want it," Brandon said.
"I don't want to leave him either. Any advice is welcome," Dakota said.
"You're young and single," Brandon said to Geoffrey. "If you don't have stakes put down here, you can go wherever the Marines sends Dakota. You could get a job and be close to him, have a place for him to come when he's off duty."
"What about Iraq? And Afghanistan?"
"Not everybody gets sent to Iraq or Afghanistan," Brandon said.
"He won't get sent, he'll volunteer to go," Geoffrey said.
Dakota dropped his head.
"See, he doesn't deny it. He will probably sign up to go."
"I have to do what I have to do, Jeff."
"I get the feeling that you guys really care about each other," Brandon said. He was surprised that it was Dakota who spoke first.
He let out a sigh. "I'm in love with the guy. Have been since eighth grade."
That made Geoffrey choke up and he turned and walked away.
"See what we're up against?" Dakota said, sounding like he was choking up too. "It's not just all about sex, either. I can forego the sex as long as I can be with him. Well, within reason," he added, laughing. "But I have to do this. I mean, guys go in all the time and leave their girlfriends, even their wives and kids."
"Yes, but you're not the one being left behind," Brandon said.
"If he would just come in with me."
"If he's not built that way, he's not built that way," Brandon said.
"I haven't told him, but I'm this close to changing my mind." He held up his two fingers very close together.
"No, don't do that," Brandon said. "You wouldn't be happy and you would never forgive yourself, and he would never forgive himself."
"He's got this notion that he's inferior because he's gay."
"What?"
"Yeah, it's like I'm the stud and he's the pussy, taking care of my needs."
Brandon smiled. "I bet you're taking care of his needs, too."
"You know what I mean. He's the bottom, I'm the top. It's always been that way. I'm also this close....." He held up two fingers again. "......to letting him fuck me, and that way level the playing field. We've even talked about it but he says he won't do it."
"Damn, why not? Every guy here would give his left nut to penetrate that awesome butt of yours."
Dakota laughed. "You noticed my ass too, huh? Everybody notices my ass."
"And well they should," Brandon said.
"He says I would be doing it just to prove something; to bring myself down to his level of gayness."
"I don't understand why he's so down on himself. On the surface he's got everything going for him."
"He does. It's me. I don't know why he feels that way. Close as we are, I can't get through to him and break through that shell and find out why he thinks that way."
Then Brandon got a shock.
"Would you fuck me?" the boy asked.
Brandon blinked and even reared back. "Oh, Shit! What a tempting offer. But it should be him the first time."
"He won't do it. Maybe if he sees me brought down to his level, that might change his thinking. Don't worry, I'm clean. I took care of that, thinking it might happen with Jeff tonight."
"Dakota....Man, it could blow the lid off of everything."
"I think the lid's about to blow anyway."
"I could go try to talk to him, but I don't know what I'd say," Brandon said.
"It's all been talked out," Dakota said. "I don't want you to make love to me. No kissing or foreplay or anything like that. Just fuck me so he knows I can be fucked, so he knows I'm not all that much different, or superior, to him."
"Are you sure you want to take the chance?"
"I'm not sure about anything. But it's better than doing nothing, isn't it?"
"Maybe you should talk to him some more."
"No, the time for talk if over. It's got us right where we're at. No place. He knows I have to do this, and it's killing me that it's hurting him. Why can't he understand that I'm hurting too."
"Have you told him that?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know if I have in those words. Look, Brandon, if you don't wanta fuck me, like you said anybody here would be willing to do it."
"You're not trying to hurt Geoffrey, are you? Subconsciously, I mean," Brandon asked.
"I told you, I don't know anything anymore." With that he moved into the cover of the trees and bushes and got down on his hands and knees, his awesome butt facing toward Brandon.
"Oh, Geezusss!" Brandon breathed.
"If you walk away, you know there'll be a half dozen guys over here in about a minute flat," Dakota said.
Brandon wasn't walking away. He couldn't. It was like his cock had glued is feet to the ground and he stood there gazing down at the round, taut mounds of the boy's ass in the soft moonlight. He didn't intend to fuck him, but he wasn't walking away. He moved up behind him and got down on his knees. He didn't even glance in Geoffrey's direction. He thrilled to the touch of the firm muscles as he pulled them apart, completely exposing the boy's asshole. He could see a light flurry of hair guarding it. He wet his finger and rubbed it over the hole, felt it clinch and loosen. Then he leaned down and clamped his mouth over it.
"OHHhhhhh!" Dakota gasped.
Brandon licked
"If this is to make me jealous, it's working."
Both Brandon and Dakota looked up to see Geoffrey standing there.
"I'm not trying to make you jealous, Jeff, I'm trying to make you understand."
"I'm not sure anymore what I'm supposed to understand."
"That I'm the same as you. You're gay, I'm straight, but we're the same under the skin. I'm no better than you, you're not inferior to me or anybody else."
"And this is going to prove that?"
"It brought you back over here," Dakota said. "I want it to be you, Jeff. HE wants it to be you."
"You're straight, why should it be anyone?"
"Because, Goddammit, I love you, Jeff, and I'm willing to do anything to prove it."
"Letting somebody else fuck you isn't going to prove that."
Brandon stood up and took Geoffrey by the arm. "Then you do it. He wants you to take his cherry. That's about the most sacred thing a straight guy can give up to someone, and he wants it to be you."
"It won't change anything. I can fuck him, he can fuck me, you can fuck both of us, and in the end he's going away and I'm going to be left behind."
Brandon swore with exasperation. "Man, I have never come up against anything like this in my life." He knelt down and began kissing Dakota's butt, licking the crack of his ass. After a moment he began using his finger, causing the boy to moan. He looked up at Geoffrey.
"Get down here," he said.
Surprised, Geoffrey slowly went to his knees.
"Beside your friend, on your hands and knees."
"W-what're you going to do?"
"I'm going to fuck both of you. That'll make you even."
"No, he will still be straight, I will still be gay. He's letting you do this only to try to prove......"
"To prove that he loves you," Brandon cut in. "Personally, I don't know why he bothers. Hell, I can see he's crazy about you, I don't know how you can be so blind to it. I just don't think you love him enough to let him go."
Suddenly he could almost feel the tension surrounding them. He had struck a nerve. Just as suddenly he changed his mind about fucking either of them. He continued rubbing both their butts as he stood up. Then he smacked Geoffrey's butt.
"Get over and fuck your buddy. Make it work." With that, he walked away. He glanced back once to see them both still on their hands and knees. He looked back again to see Geoffrey positioning himself behind Dakota. He smiled.
He went back to the bonfire. A Marine came up to him and handed him another beer. "I was watching you. Why'd you walk away from those two hotties?"
"They've got issued they have to work through."
"Oh. Drama."
"One is going into the Marines, they don't want to be separated."
"Way to cure that is they both go in," the Marine said.
"The one is gay, doesn't think he can handle it."
The Marine laughed. "Geezuss, is he blind? Look what's going on all around him. Guy deal with it."
Brandon was watching four guys off toward the fence.
"Looks like those two are handing it just fine," he remarked.
The Marine looked around. "That's Browning and Acton. Buddies of mine. If there's teenage ass around, they're gonna plug it. They'll have those two virgins signed up before they go home."
"Ex-virgins," Brandon said, laughing. "Looks like they're pounding their virginity so deep it won't ever resurface."
Just then Geoffrey and Dakota came up to the bonfire. Brandon looked at them with a scowl.
"What happened?"
"We changed our mind. This just isn't the time or the place," Geoffrey said.
"Truth is, he wants to fuck a Marine, and I'm not a Marine yet," said Dakota.
"We can probably fix that," Brandon said. He went in search of Sgt. Willis. He found him in a tight embrace, kissing a younger boy passionately. He stopped short, not wanting to interrupt them, but Willis saw him, and broke away from the boy.
"Don't let me interrupt."
"That's okay, this hot little fucker needs to cool down," Willis said. The boy smiled.
"Somebody said you've got everybody's papers with you in case they want to sign," Brandon said.
"I'm always prepared."
"I've got one who wants to sign up now."
"Now. Like right now, this minute?"
"He and his buddy want to fuck, it'll be the first time his buddy fucks him, and he wants to fuck a Marine, but he's not a Marine yet."
"Signing up wouldn't make him a Marine. He has to be sworn in."
"Swear him in, then. Don't matter if it's official. These guys are hot to fuck."
Sgt. Willis seemed reluctant to leave the teenager he'd been kissing.
"Don't worry, I'll fill in for you till you get back," Brandon said, putting his hand on the boy's hip
He was still reluctant. "Just don't ruin him for me," he said, and walked toward the vehicles.
Brandon slipped his arm around the boy and pulled him in tight. "Is it okay if I stand in for Sgt. Willis while he takes care of some business?"
"Oh, Godd, Yes!"
Brandon took up where Sgt. Willis left off. The boy was hot, and hot to trot. As they were kissing, he brought one leg up and wrapped it around Brandon's hip and wriggled his butt against his standing cock. Just then another guy came up behind him. He was big, with a hairy chest and a stubble of beard.
"Fuck, I thought you were off limits to everybody but Sgt. Willis," he said as he pressed his body against the boy. He turned the boy's head away from Brandon to kiss him, then he kissed Brandon as he was fingering the boy's ass.
"Ohhh....Ohhhh, is this what the Marines is really like?" the boy asked.
"I can show you what the Marines is really like. You ever been double fucked?" the Marine asked.
"I've only been fucked once in my life, I don't think I could take two cocks at the same time."
"One thing you have to learn. A Marine never says he can't do something."
Sgt. Willis came on the scene.
"I leave for five minutes and you gang up on my boy," he complained.
Brandon stepped away from the boy but the Marine kept his arms around him, and kept humping against his butt.
"Did you get him signed up?"
"Signed up, and sworn in, for their purposes."
"Thanks. He's all yours. Or maybe not," he added, nodding to the Marine. He went to find the two boys. They were standing off by the rail fence in a tight embrace. Dakota had Geoffrey backed up against the rail fence, making out. Brandon walked up to them and reached down inside his boot for his truck keys. He handed them to Dakota.
"What's this?"
"The black Dodge Ram," Brandon said, pointing to his truck. "You guys go fuck."
They were taken aback but quickly recovered, with smiles. He smiled as they walked away.
Brandon looked around. It was like a starving man at a smorgasbord. Sgt. Willis came up to him.
"Where's your boy?" Brandon asked.
"He's recovering over there in the grass," Willis said, laughing.
"What'd you do to him?"
"We double fucked him, standing up. Thought he was going to pass out."
"He probably did. That was only his second time being fucked," Brandon said.
"No shit! I didn't know that. He sure took us like a trooper."
"Are all of your recruiting parties like this?" Brandon asked.
"Not this wild."
Four guys came rushing up and grabbed Sgt. Willis.
"Hey, Hey, what do you guys think you're doing?"
"We're gonna gang-fuck you."
"The hell you are," he said. He struggled, perhaps half heartedly, as they dragged him off into the shadows.
Brandon almost went with them, but he noticed a boy sitting alone over by the clump of trees, with his knees cocked up, his arms across his knees. He was just watching everyone. Brandon went around the bonfire, got two beers out of the cooler, and went over to him.
"Want company?" he asked, handing him one of the beers.
"I guess so."
Brandon sat down beside him. The boy opened the beer and took a long drink.
"Thanks."
"Why so glum? There's a party going on," Brandon said.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"Of going in the Marines. Of what's going to happen."
"Have you signed up?"
"No."
"Then what's to be scared of? Nobody is going to force you to sign."
"They don't have to. I know I have to do it."
"Why?"
"I just have to, that's all. I have to make something of myself."
"The Marines isn't for everyone. You can find another niche in life."
"No. There's not another niche in life for me. It has to be the Marines. My Dad was a Marine. My grandfather was a Marine. My brother is a Marine. My uncle is a Marine."
"That's them. This is you."
"Why're you trying to talk me out of it?"
"I'm not. I'm just saying you don't have to join."
"Well, I do. And I'm scared of what's going to happen tonight."
Brandon looked all around at the moonlight orgy going on around them. "So far I haven't met anybody that you need to be scared of," he said.
"I've never had sex with a guy. I never wanted to. I'm straight. I've never had sex, period, except for my hand. And I know that's going to change. I know I'm going to get fucked. Probably gang raped. I know it's a price I have to pay, but I'm scared."
"Hey," Brandon said, putting his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Nothing has to change. It's not a price you have to pay. And nobody's going to gang rape you. Nobody's going to do anything to you unless you want them to. Sgt. Willis wouldn't allow it to happen."
"Oh, yeah?" I saw him and another huge Marine fuck another kid in the ass, both of them at the same time."
"He wanted it. You've got nothing to worry about."
"Oh? Who's going to stop it?"
"I'll stop it," Brandon said.
"You're my keeper now?"
"Do you need a keeper?" Brandon asked. "This has been going on for quite awhile now, you're sitting over here by yourself, if anybody was going to try anything, they would've done it by now. Besides, you look like you could take care of yourself in a scuffle."
"One or two, maybe."
"You've really never had sex before?" Brandon asked. He decided to change the subject away from the boy's fears.
"Well, let's just say my palm isn't a virgin, hasn't been for a long time." He looked at Brandon. "You must have a lot of sex."
"My share, I suppose."
"With that body and your looks, and that cock, you must have girls all over you. Probably guys, too. Have you had sex with guys before tonight? Have you had sex with anyone here tonight?"
"Yes, and yes."
"That really surprises me."
"Why? You don't think guys would find me attractive?"
"Oh, yeah. But you're so macho and studly. I would've figured you for straight."
"I haven't labeled myself anything," Brandon said. "Listen, would you like to have sex with a guy?"
"I don't know. I admit, I'm curious."
Brandon downed his beer then took the boys beer and tilted it to his lips and made him finish it. "What's your name?"
"Kayne."
"That's a neat name. I'm Brandon."
"Glad to meet you, Brandon," he said as they shook hands. "You know, you look younger up close. It's your body that makes you look older from a distance."
"I'm eighteen."
"Really. I'm eighteen."
"Then we've got something in common," Brandon said.
"No, I'm a scared eighteen. I don't think you'd be scared of anything."
"And a virgin eighteen," Brandon said, laughing. "I'd like to do something about that if you'll let me."
"I guess if it's going to happen, I would rather it be you."
"I said if you'll let me. Nothing's going to happen unless you want it to happen. So if I do anything you don't like, stop me. I want you to trust me."
"All right. I trust you."
Brandon pulled Kayne tighter to him and leaned in to brush his mouth over his.
"Are we going to do it here?" Kayne asked.
"My pickup is in use," Brandon said as he laid them back in the grass. "You said you didn't think I would be afraid of anything. You wanta know something?" he said as he kissed and nuzzled Kayne's neck. "I haven't signed up either, cause I was scared too, but for different reasons than you."
"What were you scared of?"
"I've had a lot of sex with other guys, and I discovered I like it. And you know how the military feels about guys have sex with other guys."
"Yeah, like they're not doing it all over the world," Kayne scoffed.
"Just like what's going on here," Brandon said. All the while they were talking, they were brushing kisses, and Brandon was feeling Kayne's tight body. Kayne was feeling Brandon's muscles too. Brandon had his hand between his legs, squeezing his butt, with his finger wedged between his buns.
"Are you going to fuck me?" Kayne asked.
"I want to, if you'll let me," Brandon said.
"Not much I could do about it if you decide to do it. I wouldn't have a chance against all those muscles."
"Huh-uh, it's not going to work like that," Brandon said.
"I don't know if I could take you. I don't see how anybody could take you."
"I promise, you can. But first, I wanta show you something else." He moved down and took Kayne's cock in his mouth.
"AAAwwwhhh!" the boy cried out. "Ohhh...Ohhh, Geezuss!...Ohh, Man, that feels so good!"
"Getting fucked can feel even better," Brandon murmured around the cock.
"Oh! Sorry, you're busy."
Brandon looked up at the sound of the voice. It was Dakota and Geoffrey. "You guys again?" he said jokingly. "Yeah, I'm busy. What'd you want?"
"We were wondering if...well, we were pretty heavily into it but then we decided, no we were wondering if you would join us," Geoffrey said.
"What do you mean, you were heavily into it? How far did you get?"
"Actually, we got all the way into it. Jeff fucked me. I liked it. But now we want...Jeff wants...you to fuck him when he fucks me again."
Brandon looked at Kayne.
"I see you're in demand. Go ahead," Kayne said.
"Do you wanta come along?" Brandon asked him.
He shrugged.
"Is it okay if Kayne comes along?" Brandon asked the other two boys.
"Hell, yeah."
The four of them walked back to Brandon's truck. He put the tailgate down and told them to all bend over it.
"No, he....." Dakota nodded to Jeff. "He wants you to fuck him, while he fucks me. Kayne can fuck you, maybe. Or I can fuck Kayne."
"Bend over," Brandon said again. "I'm hungry."
Bewildered, but smiling, the three teenagers bent over the tailgate. Brandon moved down the line, pushing their feet wider apart, and feeling their butts. Dakota's asshole was slick and loose. Brandon shoved his fingers inside him.
"Feels like I'm gonna get dessert here," he said.
Before he left the Marine orgy, Brandon was one of several who signed on the dotted line. He told his Dad the next day.
"Sgt. Willis said I'll be sent to Camp Pendleton, so I'll still be in California where you can come visit me. There was a whole bunch of us who signed up at the party last night."
"How was the party?"
"You wouldn't believe it. I'm not as worried as I was about being who I am. There are a LOT more just like me."
"When will you leave?"
"Sgt. Willis is going to call me."
"Then we don't know how much time we have to say our goodbyes," Paul said.
Brandon smiled. "Maybe we oughta get started."
Paul drove his son to the bus station.
"Before I forget it, what about the diary?" he asked.
"Burn it for me," Brandon said. "I don't need it to remind me. Have you read all of it yet?"
"No."
"You can read it first."
"What about the videos? I would like to keep them if you don't mind."
Brandon laughed. "You get off on seeing me in porn?"
"I have, as a matter of fact."
"It's okay to keep them. Just keep them in a safe place."
There was a short silence.
"Listen, Brandon. I want you to know, you haven't caused me any embarrassment, and you haven't brought me any shame."
"You haven't had anybody come up to you and say, 'Hey, I saw your son in a gay fuck video' yet.""
I'll tell them I own the video."
The End