O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Doug Brady, Marine

by Peterbilt

It was one of those rare times when the day was over before the sun went down. Doug Brady finished drying off beside his bunk and slipped into a pair of briefs. Then he dug out the only letter he'd gotten at mail call from his locker. It was only the second letter he'd received from Scott, his best friend from high school since he'd been in basic.

"Hey, Doug, mail was kinda slim for you today, wasn't it?" Kyle Smith remarked as he walked by from the showers, dripping wet.

"I'll make up for it tomorrow," Doug said. He opened letter and stretched out on his bunk to read it.

Dear Doug,

First, know that it's taken a tremendous amount of guts to sit down and write this letter. I'm up in the hayloft where I still come when my head gets too filled up with thoughts I can't sort out. I hope you are able to be in a quiet place when you read this, although I doubt that the Marines put much emphasis on quiet places for you guys.

Doug's stomach tightened. Somehow he didn't think this was a letter he wanted to get. Things clicked and added up in his head. It had been more than two weeks since he'd last heard from his girlfriend, Chelsea. Scott didn't write nearly as often as he said he would and now this, only his second letter, starting out the way it did.....it wasn't good news. He wasn't even sure he wanted to finish reading it. Guys said you could tell a Dear John letter from reading the first couple of lines. He let out a sigh and laid the letter on his chest for a moment. This was a new twist to this Dear John; his buddy writing it instead of his girlfriend. Suddenly he got up and went outside to the landing at the top of the stairs. It was as quiet a place as he was going to find to be alone. He read on.

I've gone over and over in my mind how I can say it because know I am risking our friendship. But know that you are worth that risk. I am admittedly afraid of how you might react, and that you might never want to see or speak to me again. So being the chicken that I am, depending on your reaction, I won't be here when you come home. I'll be in California where I will be safe from your scorn and disappointment and your anger. Having said that...here goes.

I've had the hots for you, buddy, since our freshman year in high school. Maybe before, but that's when I can pinpoint it. You can pause and take a deep breath now, and decide whether you want to finish reading this. The thoughts have been rambling around in my head for a long time, but they were buried so deep that I couldn't grab hold of them; or maybe I didn't want to, or I was afraid to. It's the underlying reason that I didn't join the marines with you. I was afraid of trying to live the lie in those surroundings, if you know what I mean.

I can't help how I feel, Doug, and I'm not sure I would try to do anything about it if I could. I'm growing comfortable with my feelings, at least in my fantasies at this safe distance. But it comes down to me having to reveal these feelings to you, no matter what the consequences. I guess I need to come out and say it. I'm gay.

God, I hope you don't hate me for saying that. There is so much more I want to say but I think this is enough for now till I know how you're taking it. I would like to come down there to see you so we are able to talk about it but you might be too uncomfortable with that. I understand if you are. On the other hand, if you think you can still be comfortable around me, I will come. Just being with you, being able to talk to you and knowing you don't hate me will be enough. Even if you do hate me, I would like to hear it from you face to face. I said I would head for California where I would be safe from your scorn and your disappointment and your anger but I will come down there and face you, if that's the way it is. If I've caused you to be angry and disappointed, you have a right to confront me with that. I'm going to ask only one thing. That you not go homophobic on me and punch me out. Before, we were pretty much an even match, but after twelve weeks of marine training on top of the muscles you already had, I don't want to take the chance. Chelsea showed me the picture of you in your uniform (and out). You are not someone I want to mess with. (Well, you know what I mean). I'm not sure how anxious I am to hear from you, but I'll be watching the mailbox every day.

Your friend always,
Scott

Doug held the letter tight in one hand as he gazed out over the landscape of the base; the training areas, flat buildings, trees, dusty roads and rows and rows of barracks with lights in the windows. He realized that he needed to let the air out of his lungs.

"Geezusss!" he swore softly. His brain was in a fog and he had to fight to grasp what he had read. "He's gay," he said softly. "Scott Andrews is gay!" He couldn't comprehend it, not in his wildest imaginations. His thoughts went back to their years of growing up, the times they had slept over at each other's houses, slept in the same bed. All the times they had been naked together in the locker room and in the showers; the times when they had hugged, sometime naked and sweaty, when emotions ran high. Did Scott have those feelings then, when their bare muscles were rubbing against each other....hell, even their cocks touching! He had never seen one hint that Scott was anything but a stud like every other guy in the locker room. When did this happen, he wondered. How did it happen?

It was several days before he wrote back. At first he wondered if he would. But their friendship meant more to him than that. No matter how he felt, he owed Scott a reply. He just didn't know what he was going to say. He wasn't even sure how he felt about it. It took him a long time to try to think of how to respond but he finally decided to try. He sat down trying to remember all that Scott had written, for he had destroyed the letter right away for fear that it might be found.

Scott;

Where do I begin? Damn, man, I thought I was getting a Dear John letter except that you were writing it instead of Chelsea. Let's get one thing straight (no pun intended). I don't hate you. If anything, I admire your guts and in a way I appreciate that you were willing to put your friendship on the line in the name of honesty. Having said that....Buddy, I was stunned. If there was ever any guy that I would never suspect, it is you. My reaction, honestly? Unsure, still. I've laid in my bunk night after night, going over and over it in my mind, trying to figure it out. Telling me you are gay is one thing. Telling me you've got the hots for me; well, that adds a whole new dimension that may take me a little time to deal with. Scorn...Disappointment...Anger....None of that registers. I am full of questions, though. Like, how did it happen? When did it happen? When did you know? Back in grade school, I remember all of the times we stayed over at each other's house and I never had a clue then. Or was it later, in high school? I've tried to think of all the times.....shit, I never had clue then, either. I guess it must have been in high school; you said since our freshman year. Does anyone else know? Are these dumb questions? Maybe, but I'm full of dumb questions right now.

DON"T move to California. I am open to talking about this. Shit, when was there ever anything we could not talk about? We've always been open and up front with each other. I just never expected THIS to come up front and hit me in the face. You've said a dozen times that you would come down to see me but I haven't seen hide nor hair of you; I guess we could both agree that this might be a good time. I would like for you to come down although I don't know when. That will have to be arranged with the marines. Tell you what, though, you promise not to try anything, I promise not to hit you (ha); I'm not that stupid.

YOUR buddy always
Doug

He waited anxiously for a reply. He couldn't imagine what Scott might write back. He had a hard time imagining them talking about it, by mail or in person. But it was out there and it had to be talked about. He was nervous every day at mail call, anxious for a letter but half-hoping he didn't get one. There was a tiny part of him that didn't want to confront the issue; that didn't want to face his old friend. A week later, a letter arrived.

He waited till after chow then showered and dressed and walked down the dimly lit company street with the letter in his pocket. He stopped under one of the street lights to read it.

Dear Doug;

I can't begin to tell you how relieved I was to get your letter. I was almost afraid to open it. I wondered at first if it wouldn't be wise to burn it and pack my bags for CA. Instead, I hope now to be packing my bags for SC.

I'm glad you don't hate me. It took a lot of guts to write what I did but I'm not sure that's something worthy of admiration from you, and thinking about it, I'm not sure how smart it was to put our friendship on the line like that. Honesty is good, but too often it hurts the wrong people. I was willing to take the hurt, but I never want to hurt you and I risked doing that. I can understand that I've thrown you a curve that's going to take some tine for you to deal with. That's okay. As for how or when it happened? I don't know exactly when. Maybe it was as early as grade school although I can't remember any particular thoughts; only that I loved being with you and I admired your body and your athletic prowess and I wanted so damn bad to be like you. And yeah, I cherished those times, too, when we stayed over and slept together. I remember I couldn't sleep with you so close beside me. But there wasn't a name put on it at that time. By high school I was beginning to come to grips with it and it scared the hell out of me. No doubt, by then I was advancing beyond mere admiration for your muscles; we'll leave it at that for now.

I can understand you having so many questions. So do I. As for HOW it happened. It's not something I chose for myself. I didn't wake up one day and decide I was going to be gay. It's something that is. That's the best I can explain it.

Thanks, Doug, for being willing to see me and talk about this. I can't ask any more than that. I know I said I was going to come down and see you but now you know why I haven't. I didn't trust myself. I didn't trust myself being with you and I was afraid of doing or saying something that would give me away. With that out of the way for the time being, it's easier to talk about other things. First, know that there is no way you would get a Dear John letter from Chelsea. She's nuts about you. I don't want to sound too gross, but she's going to be all over you when you get home. I've never seen a girl so crazy about a guy. Anyway, if you ever do get a Dear John, you know now that it won't be because of me. The job is okay. It's no-brainer work but I like it and working in a warehouse keeps me in shape. I also still work out. By the way, no one else knows. I haven't felt the need to tell anyone else. Hey, when you left, I said I would write and you said you would send pictures. I'm writing. Send pictures.

Your buddy,
Scott

Doug heard the crunch of footsteps but was too engrossed to pay any attention.

"Dear John?"

Doug looked up at the guy walking past him. "Yeah," he lied.

"Bitch. Come on, I'll buy you a beer," the guy said.

"Uh, no....no, thanks. I've got some thinking to do," Doug said.

"Thinking about a Dear John is not good," the other marine said. "The best thing to do is, number one, get rid of the letter; number two, talk about it with somebody; and number three, forget about her, and at the earliest opportunity, get laid. You're a marine, that'll get you all the girls you want. But the first best remedy is a beer. It helps numb the hurt."

"No, thanks. I appreciate it, though," Doug said.

The guy walked on and Doug was alone under the street light with Steve's letter. Stuffing it into his pocket, he half wished he had taken the guy up on his offer. Suddenly he took off running to catch up with him.

"Hey, hold on. I'll take that beer after all!" he called out.

"Good man," the guy said. He waited for Doug to catch up with him and clamped him on the shoulder and stuck out his hand. "Conner Best, from E company."

"Doug Brady. A company."

"Let's go get you a beer," Conner said.

Doug liked Conner. He was open and friendly and he needed somebody like that at this time in his life. They walked into the crowded PX and Conner got them two beers.

"If you try real hard you can pretend this isn't 3-2 and it'll have the desired effect," Conner said as he slid into the booth across from him.

"I don't know if even the real stuff would help right now," Doug said.

"Well, let the healing process begin," Conner said as he raised his glass in a salute.

Doug clinked his bottle against Conner's and they both took long, hard drinks.

"So, wanta tell me about it? How long did you go with her? Is it your best friend? It's usually from your best buddy, the guy you trusted to look after her. Hey, it's not from your wife, is it?"

"No, I'm not married," Doug replied. Something about Conner made him want to tell him the truth of the matter.

"High school sweetheart?" Conner asked. "That's the most common. It's all very romantic when her man goes off to the marines, she gets to talk about it with all her friends and go ga-ga over your letters, but after awhile the novelty wears off and other guys start looking good to her."

"We've been together since high school," Doug said. "But it's not from my girlfriend."

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Conner swore. "It's your best friend, and she had HIM write the fuckin' letter!"

"No, no. It wasn't exactly a Dear John," Doug said.

Conner scowled. "You said it was."

"I lied," Doug admitted. "Actually....shit, man, you're not gonna believe this....it was from my best buddy from high school....telling me he's gay."

Conner's mouth dropped as he reared back in a double-take. He looked all around then leaned over the table. "Say that again, only softer, just to make sure I heard you right."

"You heard me right," Doug said.

"Your best friend is gay?! Geezuss, how does a guy have the balls to tell you that?"

Doug laughed. "That's not the worst part," he said, shaking his head. "He's got the hots for me."

"He SAID that?!"

"Quote."

"Dam! What're you gonna do? What're you gonna say to him? Or are you even going to write back?"

"I don't know," Doug lied. "It's going to take awhile to get over the shock."

"You didn't have any idea?"

"No. He was a jock, just like me. We played sports from grade school all through high school. I never had a clue."

"Shit, this could be worse than a Dear John, in a way," Conner said. "You can get another girlfriend. It's pretty hard to replace your best friend." Then he smiled, a wide, mischievous grin that made his eyes dance. "But, hey, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. Maybe you shouldn't replace him. Maybe it'd be real handy, having a best friend that's gay. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean but I don't think I could do that to him," Doug said.

"No, you've got it backwards. He does it to you."

"Naw," Doug said, shaking his head. He took another drink of beer. "That would be too weird. Maybe I can just forget about it, forget he ever told me."

"Yeah, right," Conner scoffed. "Like you're gonna go home and come face to face to this guy and not give it a thought that he's gay. That he's got the hots for you and wants to drag you off to the woods."

"I don't know," Doug said. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

The place was closing and they had to leave. They walked back together toward Doug's company.

"You ever had a blow job?" Conner asked.

"No."

"Well, if you ever wanta find out what it's like, there's a guy over in Dog Company."

"How the hell do you know that?" Doug asked.

"Trust me, a lot of guys know."

"How the hell can he even still be in the marines if so many people know about him?"

"Who's dumb enough to ruin a god thing?" Conner said. "Anyway, if you're interested, I'll set you up."

"Like, where?"

Conner laughed. "This is the best part. The field sergeant knows about him, too. He furnishes the place.....his room, right in the barracks.....for return favors from the guy, of course, any time he wants. Shit, some nights the guy sleeps in the sergeant's room."

"You're telling me there're a hundred guys who know this guy is taking guys in and out of the first sergeant's room and nobody reports it?"

"Well there're not a hundred guys who KNOW it. And those that do don't want to ruin a good thing," Conner said.

They were at Doug's barracks. They said good-night and Conner said to come over and look him up sometime. As he was undressing in the soft darkness Doug began to feel guilty about telling Conner about the letter. It was sort of like betraying Scott. He decided he needed to write to him, right then. He dug his writing kit out of his locker and went out to the outside landing where there was more light.

Dear Scott;

I don't like thinking that you are relieved over my letter or that you were afraid to open it. What else did you expect from your best friend? I can't think of anything you could do that would put our friendship at risk. I will tell you, I was surprised but flattered to learn that you admired my body and my athletic prowess. There's a weird kind of pride knowing that you wanted to be like me but hey, there was no reason for you to be like me. You were a jock yourself. Sorry I kept you awake all those nights that we slept over (ha).

Scott, I don't know how you came to grips with it, and I admire you for that. Hell, I'm wrestling with it myself, and I'm not the one who is gay! I can only imagine how it scared the hell out of you when you first faced it. I only hate it that you went through all of this back in high school by yourself. Of course, maybe I couldn't have dealt with it back then. I don't know.....I can understand how it would be pretty hard for you, being in the marines.

Fuck, don't thank me for being willing to see me and talk about it. You make it sound like I'm granting you an audience. I'm glad to hear that I'm in so solid with Chelsea. You never know. I know a guy who was engaged when he came in and he got a letter saying she had fallen in love with his best friend, who was supposed to be taking care of her. I guess he was taking care of her all right. Good to know that you will never be the cause of a Dear John from Chelsea. I had to laugh over that one. I'm not gonna mind her being "all over me" when I get home. I intend to be all over her, too. I'll put in for a pass and let you know what happens. Stay in shape!

Your buddy,
Doug

Despite the tone of his letter Doug wasn't sure he believed it all himself. He wasn't sure he felt the way he said. He was having a hard time imagining Scott doing anything like that....taking a guy's cock in his mouth. Taking HIS cock in his mouth! He thought about the guy Conner had told him about. Gotta stop thinking about it. Getting a hardon. He turned over on his stomach and buried his hardening cock in the mattress.

He enclosed some pictures with the letter. Maybe it was pride, or something else; maybe it was cruel, but he included pictures of him in his shorts that some guy had taken when he was snapping pictures of everyone all over the barracks. The next day he put in for a pass. He got the usual crap from Sgt. Harris; what had he done to deserve a pass?

"I don't necessarily deserve it, Sarge, that's the reason I'm ASKING for it," he told him.

Harris softened and assured him it would be on his desk for the weekend. Doug panicked. He hadn't expected to get a pass that quick and he didn't know if Scott could make it on such short notice. But he couldn't tell Sgt. Harris he wanted the pass at a later date; chances were good that he wouldn't get one at all. He had to call Scott; there wasn't time to write. That night after chow he went to the bank of phones outside the service club.

"Doug! Damn, I'm glad you called!" Scott exclaimed. He sounded a little breathless.

"It's good to hear your voice," Doug said. "Look, I've only got a minute. I got the pass, but it's for this weekend."

"I can do that," Scott said.

"You can? Great! But you need to understand that my plans can change at the last minute. One of the officers or NCOs can get a burr up his ass and cancel the pass for no reason. So you could be coming down here for nothing," Doug warned.

"I'll take that chance," Scott said.

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements from this end," Doug said.

"Great. I'll see you, uh....when? I mean, what time, and where?" Scott asked.

"I won't get off duty till after Saturday morning inspection," Doug said. "It's usually over by ten unless somebody screws up. I'll have a room at the Falcon. I can probably be out there by noon, in time for us to get something to eat."

"The Falcon is a motel?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. I'll give them your name so you can get a key in case you get there before I do."

"All right."

"There's a cafe right next door," Doug went on.

"All right," Scott said again.

There was an edge of uneasiness coming into their tone and Doug cut it off with a quick "Good-bye, I'll see you."

 

Inspection went well. Nobody fucked up and they were dismissed by nine-thirty. Doug picked up his pass and headed for the main gate where he got a cab to the Falcon Motel. It would be too early to check in but he wasn't going to hang around the base.

Scott wasn't there yet so he went over to the cafe to wait. It grew into an agonizing wait. The more time passed, the more unsure he was about them meeting. How do you greet your best friend after he's told you he's gay? He sat at a window booth and watched every car that drove up. He wondered if Scott had changed much. Other than being gay. Finally, he saw him get out of a Jeep that had pulled up in front of the motel. He jumped up, grabbed his bag and rushed outside as Scott was heading for the motel office.

"Hey! Scott! Over here!" he yelled as he walked across the lot to meet him.

How to greet him wasn't a problem. It came natural. They shook hands and Doug dropped his bag and they pulled each other into a tight bear hug, just like they did when Doug had left for the marines; like they had done hundreds of times on the football field. It felt different this time, though, feeling Scott's hard muscles pressing against his own. He had never been aware of that feeling before, even when they hugged skin to skin in the locker room.

"Damn, it's good to see you," Doug said.

"Yeah, you too," Scott said, sounding a little out of breath. He looked at his watch. "Inspection must have gone okay."

"Yeah, we manage to pull it off now and then," Doug said. "I wasn't expecting you this soon but I didn't want to hang around the base. It's too early to check in so I've been waiting in the cafe."

"Did you eat?" Scott asked.

"Uh....yeah, about five this morning," Doug said.

"I stopped for breakfast about an hour ago," said Scott. He picked up Doug's bag and they walked over to the Jeep.

"When did you get this?" Doug asked.

"About a month ago."

"Work must be going okay," Doug said.

"I get by," Scott said with a smug grin. "Here," he said, tossing him the keys. "I want you to show me around. Can you take me on base?"

"Sure, all you have to do is sign in," Doug said as he snatched the keys out of the air. "Are you sure you want to trust me to drive this thing?"

"Shit, if you can't drive a Jeep, you sure as hell don't belong in the Marines," Scott said.

"Okay, let's go show you my world," Doug said as they climbed into the Jeep.

Scott wanted to stop in at an army surplus store they passed. Doug liked the place, too, for those things he couldn't get at the PX, such as training manuals. Scott bought a pair of fatigue pants, a pair of PT training shorts, and a couple of T-shirts. As they were walking back to the Jeep, he said. "Damn, it even smells studly in that place."

"Smells like regular Marine stuff to me," Doug said.

"That's what I mean."

They drove to the base and Doug took Scott into the gatehouse to have him sign in. As a bull-shit precaution, the guard asked to see Doug's drivers license.

Scott was all eyes as they drove on the base. "Uhh....do you think you can handle this?" Doug asked with a sly grin.

Scott looked at him and laughed, an easy laugh.

Doug drove around the base, showing Scott the training fields, the rifle range, and the infiltration course and explained the training as best he could.

"I can easily imagine you out there doing all of that stuff," Scott said.

"I couldn't, till I found my sorry ass out there," Doug said.

"Don't tell me you were scared," Scott said. "I never knew you to be afraid of anything or anybody."

"You don't know fear till it grabs you in the belly, and you come face to face with a DI," Doug said. "And I guess I never knew I was going to learn a hundred ways to kill a man."

"It is the Marines," Scott pointed out.

"Hey, do you want to go to the PX?" Doug asked.

"Sure."

"If you see anything you want, I'll have to buy it for you," Doug told him.

They spent over an hour in the PX. Scott picked out a Marine banner and some stationery with the Marine emblem on it. He picked up a heavy Marine diving watch to examine it

"Am I allowed to own one of these?" he asked

"Sure," Doug said. "You're awfully gung-ho about the Marines," he chided him.

"Shouldn't I be? My best friend is one."

Their last stop was the barracks. Doug pulled the Jeep into a graveled lot with large rocks lined up around the perimeter.

"What's this?" Scott asked.

"It's where I live," Doug said. "That's my barracks."

"You're going to take me in your barracks? I didn't know that was allowed."

"I can take a guest in....a male guest....during off-duty hours," Doug said. They walked across the lot. "There's not much to see, really, I just thought you might want to see it."

"Oh, I do," Scott said. "The more I see, the more I understand your life as a Marine."

"Well, it's a lot more than I'm showing you."

Scott was like a little boy in Disneyland, Doug thought. He walked him through the downstairs, showed him the showers and the latrine. Then he took him upstairs. "That's my bunk, down at the end," he said as they walked down the aisle between the rows of bunks. Scott stood looking down at the bunk for a long moment, then looked around the area.

"Not much space, I know," Doug said, "but all we do is sleep here and it's a place to keep our shit, in the locker."

Scott was quiet as they walked back through the barracks.

"How come you're so quiet?" Doug asked. He thought Scott might be feeling bad that he hadn't joined the Marines with him, and he was sorry he'd brought him on base. He didn't want it to seem like he was rubbing it in.

"Just thinking, trying to picture you here," Scott said with a wave of his hand, "living with a hundred other guys. It's such a different world. It might be hum-drum to you, but it's very impressing....almost overwhelming.....to an outsider like me."

"Well, I'm glad you're impressed," Doug said, a bit more relieved.

"It must make you feel like such a stud just putting on the uniform," Scott said.

"It's work clothes, just like anyone else," Doug said.

"The dress uniform certainly isn't work clothes."

"Okay, that makes you feel like a stud," Doug admitted.

"Not that you need a uniform for that."

Doug looked at his watch. "Come on, I'll see if I can get you into the mess hall."

Scott had to sign in as a civilian guest and Doug had to pay for his meal. The placed seated about three hundred and it was full. They got in line.

"I hope you don't mind waiting in line," Doug said. "THAT is really what the Marines is all about."

"No, I don't mind at all. This is all a real experience for me."

The guy in front of them turned around. "Civilian buddy?"

"Yeah," Doug said.

The guy laughed. "You don't know what an experience you're in for, eating here," he told Scott.

They went through the chow line and found a table. "I must stick out like a sore thumb," Scott said.

"No, you don't. He just overheard you say it was an experience being here."

Several guys came by their table to speak to Doug. He introduced them to Scott as his brother.

"I didn't know you had a brother," one of them said. "You never mentioned a brother."

"He's adopted, I don't claim him unless I have to," Doug joked.

"How come he's not in the Marines?" another asked, looking Scott up and down. "Looks like you would fit the uniform," he said to Scott.

"He's the smart one," Doug replied.

They took their time eating. For some reason, Doug wasn't in any big rush to get to the motel. He liked the atmosphere of the mess hall, being among such brave, studly young men. He went back for seconds and urged Scott to go with him. All the while he was thinking that Scott might come back to the barracks instead of staying in the motel.

"The food isn't all that bad," Scott said as they sat down again with full trays. "It certainly looks like it keeps everybody healthy."

"Can I ask you something?" Doug said out of the blue.

"Sure."

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but does it bother you, sitting here among all these guys?"

It took a moment for a smile to come across Scott's face.

"It could if I let my imagination run wild," he replied, looking all around.

They sat and talked till the place was thinning out. Doug looked at his watch. "We could probably get checked in if you want to go back to the motel," he said. "Unless you want to see something else."

"No, let's go back," Scott said.

Driving back through the base, they passed a playing field where a bunch of guys were playing touch football. They had their shirts off and wore athletic shorts. Doug slowed down.

"Do you want to stop and watch?" he asked.

"No, that's okay," Scott said.

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little awkward with this; I just you to enjoy your visit. So if there's anything you wanta see or do, or if you want to spend more time someplace, just say so."

"Trust me, I'm enjoying every minute," Scott assured him.

Doug noticed that he didn't draw his eyes away from the players till he had to. As they were driving out the gate, Scott asked in a curious tone, "Why did you slow down back there, and ask me if I wanted to stop and watch them play ball?"

Doug was a little a taken aback by his question. "I don't know, I thought you might want to watch," he said with a shrug. He glanced over at him. "Okay, I thought you might want to get a real good look at the guys."

Scott smiled. "Thanks. That's very considerate and understanding," he said.

"You need to know, this is sort of awkward for me," Doug said. "I mean, I don't really know what to say, or how I'm supposed to treat you."

"You're doing fine," Scott assured him.

They were quiet during the short drive back to the motel.

"I hope they've got our room ready," Doug said, to break the silence. But hearing himself say it made him feel funny. He wasn't just checking into a motel with his best friend; he was checking into a motel with a gay guy. At the motel, before getting out of the Jeep, Doug said, "For the record, I checked us in as brothers," he said.

Scott gave him a funny look. "Okay."

"That's in case anybody happens to see us going in or leaving the motel," Doug explained. "That's the reason I introduced you as my brother back in the mess hall."

"That's smart."

They went in together because Doug said it wouldn't look right for him to go in by himself with another guy waiting in the Jeep. They both registered and he glanced over to see Scott using his last name, Brady. Then Scott pulled out his wallet.

"You're not paying for this," Doug said.

"Yeah, I am."

"Wrong," Doug said, pulling out his wallet.

"Okay, we'll split it," Scott said.

"Look, do you really want to mess with me?" he warned.

"Okay, okay, Bro," Scott said, laughing. "It's not worth fighting over."

They picked up their keys and drove around to the back of the motel. It was built almost in the side of the mountain, on the order of a lodge, three floors with a high-pitched roof. The lobby downstairs had a fireplace and rustic furniture, with mounted heads of wild game on the walls. Their room was on the top floor. Doug had to keep his hand from shaking as he unlocked the door. The room was furnished much like the lobby, with a big four-poster bed and the head of a ten-point buck on the wall over the headboard. He noticed immediately that there was only one bed. Stupid! He'd forgotten to ask for two beds. Well, he couldn't make an issue of it now. It was a king-size bed, there was plenty of room.

"This is nice," Scott said as he looked all around. He went to the sliding doors that opened onto a balcony. "Yeah, real nice."

"Not much of a view," Doug said, "unless you like looking at the side of a mountain."

"It beats looking at the parking lot," Scott said as he began unpacking his bag. Doug stayed out on the deck.

"Aren't you going to unpack your shit?" Scott asked.

"Naw, I didn't bring that much," Doug said.

Scott laughed. "You know how to travel. I'll bet you've been here before."

"A couple of times," Doug admitted.

"I'm going to shower off some of the road grime," Scott said.

"Okay." Doug glanced at his watch; he seemed to be doing that a lot. Past three-thirty. Still a lot of the afternoon left, and it was going to be a long night. He half wished he'd gotten the room for just Scott; he could've visited with him then gone back to the barracks for the night. It was too late for that. He turned the television on; he wanted to have something to occupy his attention when Scott came out of the bathroom. He wasn't prepared when he did.

Scott came out still drying off, naked as when they used to shower together back in school. Doug was a little surprised to see him in such great shape. He had put on muscle that didn't show under his clothes and he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He ripped and tanned except for a very narrow white strip around the middle. A very small white strip which made Doug wonder what kind of swimsuit he wore, and where he went to wear it. He tore his eyes away from the guy's naked body and focused back to the television.

"That shower is great," Scott said. "It's got four shower heads. But you already know that," he added with a grin.

"No, I never had a room here with four shower heads," Doug said. He was glad when Scott put on a pair of shorts. They were the skimpiest shorts he'd ever seen, but he couldn't deny that Scott looked good in them. He wondered where he got them. He wondered how he would look in a pair.

Scott sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down to test the mattress. "You need to let me pay for half of this," he said.

"I thought we already had that settled," Doug growled. "You had the expense of driving down here." He asked about Chelsea to change the subject. Strange that he hadn't thought about her before that moment.

Scott filled him in on everything he could think of; even where they went on their "dates."

"I really am glad you're there for her," Doug said. "Keeps her from going astray," he added with a sly grin.

"Who keeps you from going astray?" Scott asked.

"I don't need a keeper," Doug said.

"You, uh....you said you've been here before," Scott said. "Would Chelsea be okay with that? I mean, is it something you guys talked about before you left?"

"Yes, it's something we talked about and no, she would not be okay with it," Doug replied sternly. "And I hope I can trust you not to mention it to her."

"You know me better than that," Scott said.

"Just be careful you don't slip," Doug said. "I know it's hypocritical of me, but after awhile it just builds up. I don't know, sometimes I think the training pumps too much testosterone and I gotta get rid of it."

"Did you and Chelsea ever....you know, before you left?"

"No. Chelsea and I have never done anything together."

Scott's mouth dropped. "You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not kidding. She would never let me, and I respected that. Not enough not to keep trying, but I respected it."

"But she's crazy about you," Scott said.

"Maybe so, but she sure knew how to keep the lid on things."

"Somehow, I don't think she would mind your blowing off a little steam now and then," Scott said. "Hell, you're in the Marines."

"Somehow, I don't think that would cut any ice with her," Doug said.

"So you're never going to tell her."

"Not till we've been married for about fifty years," Doug replied.

They talked of sports, and how the team was doing. Not very well. Not well at all, since their senior year. They talked about Scott's job. He was an assistant foreman, with fourteen guys working under him. Doug looked at his watch again.

"Are we going to eat supper at the cafe, or do you want to go someplace more exotic?" he asked.

"Unless you're starving, I ate enough at the mess hall to last me till morning," Scott said.

"Okay, we'll get a pizza," Doug suggested. He ordered the pizza and two six-packs of beer.

"Would you rather have gone out?" Scott asked when he hung up the phone.

"No, pizza's fine," Doug said but he knew his tone wasn't very convincing. Yeah, he would've rather been able to be out of the room. He fixed a glass of ice water and walked out onto the balcony. Scott came up beside him.

"Doug, are you nervous about all of this?" he asked. "Because if you are..."

Why should I be nervous?"

"You just seem a little uncomfortable, and.....well, you've been here before, but obviously never asked for two beds, and I think you forgot. What I'm saying is, if you want to go back to the barracks to sleep. I'll understand."

"Naw, I'm always sort of on edge. It gets engrained in you, from the training," Doug said. He looked back into the bedroom. "It's a king-sized bed and besides you promised not to try anything, remember?"

"Yeah, I'm always making stupid promises I gotta keep," Scott joked.

Doug downed three beers with his pizza. It felt good. He needed the buzz to help him relax with his old buddy. If he were more relaxed, maybe Scott wouldn't be so uptight about him being so uncomfortable. When they were finished eating they went out on the deck with their beer. Scott held his bottle up in a toast.

"Here's to old friends," he said.

Doug returned the toast and they both downed a long swig of beer.

"Looks like the marines taught you how to drink," Scott said. "I don't know if I can keep up with you."

"It's not a drinking contest," Doug said.

"Well, just so you know, beer makes me sleepy, horny and it makes me piss all night," Scott said.

"If you're asleep, being horny isn't going to do you much good anyway," Doug joked. "Just don't piss the bed."

"And if I was horny and sober?"

"I was just joking," Doug said. He was feeling the effects of the beer, too, and it scared him a little that he might not be able to keep his senses about him. This was the last of a six-pack, and he'd downed it in a pretty short time. It was a good feeling, though. Relaxed, laid-back, at ease. They both agreed it was time to go to bed.

"Which side?" Scott asked at the foot of the bed.

"Doesn't matter. It's not an issue with me anymore, sleeping in a bunk all the time."

Scott crawled in, leaving the side closest to the balcony for Doug. When he came in from the balcony, Doug left the sliding doors open. He pulled his shirt out of his jeans and shrugged it off. He unbuckled his belt, aware of Scott watching him. Not ogling him, but watching.

"Don't get pissed at me for looking," Scott said. "You must have a hundred pairs of eyes looking at you every day."

"But not with the same thoughts behind those looks," Doug said.

"So far as you know."

"Okay, so far as I know," Doug said.

"What if you did know?" Scott asked. "What if one of your buddies confided that he was gay?"

"Technically, I would have to turn him in," Doug said as he crawled in and took up his side of the bed.

"Would you?" Scott asked, his voice suddenly weaker from the sheer excitement of his old buddy crawling into bed with him.

"No, I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Because it's none of their damned business, and the don't-ask-don't-tell policy is a lot of bull shit. It shouldn't matter. If I find myself in a tight situation I don't care if the guy next to me is gay or not. I would rather have a gay guy looking at me in the shower than a straight guy who would steal your wallet, which has happened to me."

"Did you find out who did it?"

"Yeah. But we were cool about it. He admitted it and gave my wallet back to me, and he didn't take money."

It was one of many silences that followed. Doug didn't know how to talk to his buddy anymore. He wished Scott would say something. He could feel the air getting thin and they needed to talk.

"Say whatever you're thinking right now," Doug said quietly.

"Don't say that unless you mean it," Scott said.

"I mean it. We've always been able to talk to each other, about anything. This should be no exception. But we're lying here like two strangers," Doug said. "And I don't sleep with strangers," he added.

"Okay, if you must know, I find it very hard to take my eyes off of you," Scott said. "Shit, my throat is dry, just looking at you, and I know you're not comfortable with that."

"Hhmmm, I thought you would say your mouth is watering," Doug said jokingly.

"Don't torture me with your sick humor," Scott said. "You don't know what it's like to be on this side of the fence looking at somebody like you, especially when you know I'm gay."

"Are you completely on that side of the fence? I mean, you don't date or see women at all anymore?" Doug asked.

"My dates with women consist of going out with Chelsea, as old friends," Scott said.

"You're sure that's all it is?" Doug asked, chiding him.

"Trust me. That girl doesn't have a thought in her head that's not about you."

"Well, at least I know she's safe with you." He saw Scott's scowl. "I didn't mean it to sound that way," he said quickly. "I meant nobody's going to mess with her if she's with you. Hell, nobody's going to mess with you. By the way, does Chelsea know?"

"No."

"Are you going to tell her?" Doug asked.

"Maybe, when the time is right. I had to face you first," Scott said.

"Are you coming out? I think that's what they call it, isn't it?"

"No. Not completely. Just to those I know I can trust."

"You didn't know how I was going to react. How did you know you could trust me?" Doug asked.

"I trusted you implicitly, no matter what your reaction was. If for no other reason but to let me know honestly how you felt about it."

There was another silence, broken first by Scott's audible swallowing.

"Doug, I promised I wouldn't try anything and you promised you wouldn't hit me. But I have to know....I have to ask....is there any chance....even the slightest chance that...that something could happen between us? I don't mean right now, necessarily, but some day?"

"I don't think so," Doug replied without hesitation.

"Well, you didn't hesitate with your answer, but that wasn't a definite no," Scott pointed out.

"Look, I'm straight. You knew that when you came down here."

"Straight guys like sex," Scott said.

"This straight guy likes straight sex," Doug said. He saw that he'd hurt Scott's feelings. "Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Don't be. I asked you a questions, you gave me your answer. I expect honesty from you."

"You didn't really think I would......"

"I didn't think one way or the other," Scott cut in. "My question was based on hope."

"Sorry to dash your hopes," Doug said.

"Don't be sorry for anything. You don't know what it means to me that you let me come down here to see you."

"It means a lot to me, too. Not everybody is lucky enough to have a real friend. I am."

"Yeah, so am I. Promise me one more thing," Scott went on.

"Okay, if I can."

"If you ever do decide you're gong to jump the fence, even if it's just a one-time thing, I would like for it to be with me. And if we ever do, I want you to lie and tell me it's your first time."

"I'm not very good at lying to you." Doug said. "You would know I was lying."

"That's okay, I'll believe it for that moment in time."

"It's all hypothetical anyway," Doug said. "If it ever happens, I wouldn't have to lie. It would be my first time."

"Then it would be with me," Scott said.

"You're the only gay guy I know," Doug said.

Doug didn't like the way the conversation was going. More, he was afraid of it. "I think I'm going to catch some ZZZZs. There's a lot more I want to show you tomorrow," he said. He turned over and stretched out on his stomach.

"Is that a safety precaution, lying on your stomach?" Scott asked, laughing.

"No, I sleep on my stomach, that's all," Doug said.

Scott turned off the TV and the lamp. The last rays of dusk coming through the balcony doors cast the room in a soft light. Within minutes, dusk gave way to the lights outside the building.

Sleep came surprisingly easy for Doug but it didn't last long. He came awake with an aching hardon. He discreetly pushed the dial light on his watch. It was only midnight. It wasn't a morning piss hardon. He squirmed, burrowing it into the mattress. In the quiet of the night he let his thoughts ramble, fueling his imagination. They weren't touching but they were lying close enough that he could feel Scott's body heat. It reminded him of other times, when they were kids. All of those times and he never had a clue. He wondered....if he had known....they were just kids....curious.....

He shook it off and tried to go back to sleep. His head was still foggy from the beer but there was too much going through his head. Frightening stuff that he wanted to get away from, and sleep was the only escape. He lay there in the quiet of the dark for more than an hour. The darkness seemed to cast a spell over him, with the help of the warm feeling from the beer. In the quiet darkness, things began to appear in a different perspective. He turned over on his side and gazed out the patio doors. Was Scott asleep, he wondered, or was he only pretending to be?

What was keeping him awake wore more heavily on his mind. He was in bed with a gay guy, for chrissakes! Scott wanted him, he made of secret of that. It was just him and Scott, alone, in a motel room. Nobody else would ever know. What could it hurt? He wondered how it would feel...

He turned onto his back and stretched out with his hands behind his head. His shorts bulged with his still aching hardon. He looked over at his buddy, and it was as if he were seeing him for the first time. He was good-looking, a stud, hard to believe he was gay. Shit, it was such an opportunity; one he wouldn't ever have again.

"Scott? Man, are you awake?" His voice was a hoarse whisper and it startled him, for he hadn't intended to speak. He held his breath, waiting for some response.

"I've never been asleep," Scott replied softly. "I've been lying here watching you sleep."

"Your eyes were shut," Doug said.

"Only when you turned over to face me."

Doug took in a quiet breath. He wished he hadn't spoken. If he'd pretended to be asleep, lying on his back, maybe Scott would've tried something on his own and he could have pretended to sleep through it. But he was wide awake and so was Scott, with only the quiet, soft darkness and a bare few inches separating them.

"I haven't been asleep much either," Doug said.

"What's bothering you?" asked Scott.

"Everything...the whole situation...thoughts that are rambling around in my head...look, Scott...go ahead, if you want to," he said, his voice raspy.

Scott lifted his head to look at him. "Huh?"

"It's just you and me....and you came all the way down here, and I'm lying here with this big hardon anyway."

"Don't mess with me, Doug," Scott said.

"You said if I ever decided to jump the fence........"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure you have," Scott said. "I think you're straddling the fence; you don't know what you want."

"Maybe not, but one time isn't going to hurt, if it's what you want," Doug said.

"More than I ever wanted anything in my life," said Scott.

"I wouldn't have to lie to you. You would know its my first time," Doug said.

"Are you serious?"

"Reach over here and see if it feels like I'm kidding?" Doug said.

But Scott didn't move. "You don't know how bad I want to. But what I feel is more than sex. You're more than that to me. It's how I feel about you, and how you feel about me that counts the most. You don't need to do this."

"You don't feel it for any other guy? The desire, I mean? You didn't feel anything at all when you saw those guys playing football today?" Doug asked.

"The desire, yes. But not everything else I feel, about you," Scott replied.

"Would it matter if I said I want you to?" Doug asked.

"It would matter a lot," Scott replied. "I just want to know you're not thinking with your balls."

"Look, I'm no stranger to the looks and the come-ons and the subtle propositions from other guys, but I've never done anything," Doug said. "I never wanted to."

"Till now."

"Yeah, till now. I'll admit it....part of it is knowing YOU want it," Doug said.

Scott reached over and laid his hand gingerly on Doug's stomach. Doug tightened and rippled his abs for him.

"Show off," Scott said as he rubbed his hand in circles, moving downward each time.

Scott's fingers touched the waistband of his shorts and Doug held his breath, waiting to see if they moved under or over the waistband. They trailed down over the front of his shorts, light as feathers. He moved his hand up and down the long, big bulge.

"Those pictures you sent....the ones of you in your shorts; you don't know how many times I jacked off with them, fantasizing that I was doing this."

"You didn't get them all splattered, did you?" Doug asked.

"It doesn't matter, I want to take some new ones before I leave," Scott said. Suddenly he got up from the bed. "I'm going to turn the bathroom light on. I want a little light," he said.

Quickly, Doug slipped his shorts off so he was naked for him when he came back to the bed. His cock stood out and swayed back and forth over his belly, throbbing and bobbing up and down.

Scott returned and stood beside the bed, gazing down at his muscular friend and his mouth went dry at the sight of him. His cock was huge. It reached up to the cleavage between his pecs, thick as his wrist. The underside of the head flared back like a split mushroom and the seminal vein that ran from the head down to disappear at the base was thick as a black marker.

"My God!" he exclaimed softly. He gazed at the huge cock for a moment then looked up at Doug. "I didn't know you were this big. What the hell are they feeding you?"

"I wasn't done growing the last time you saw me," Doug said.

"Now that I've got my wish, I don't know if I can handle it. I....I didn't know you would be so big."

"You don't have to," Doug said as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. His hand wouldn't reach all the way around it and he was proud to show that to Scott.

"What, and leave you to jack off?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Doug said. "Well, it would be the first time in a long time, but I haven't forgot how," he added.

Scott reached down and ran his fingers along the underside of the huge cock. "I can't believe you're letting me do this," he said.

"Does that look I'm kidding?" Doug said, nodding toward his cock.

"No, that looks serious as shit," Scott said. He knelt down beside the bed as Doug turned onto his side. His cock swung out from his loins like a battering ram. Scott touched it gingerly at first, as if he were afraid it might not be real. He wrapped his fingers around it as far as they would reach.

"Damn, I can't even get my hand around it."

"Neither can anybody else," Doug said with a chuckle.

"Have many tried?"

"I meant neither can I," Doug said.

Scott moved his hand up and down the shaft a few times. He could see the pearl-drop of precome glistening in the wide piss slit. It's going to taste so good, he thought. He leaned in and lapped his tongue back and forth on the underside of the head, causing the big cock to quiver and bounce on his tongue.

"Ohhhh," Doug moaned softly.

The precome oozed out onto Scott's tongue and he lavered his tongue all around the head to clean it off.

"Geezuss, man, take it if you're going to," Doug said.

Scott laughed softly and leaned in and captured the bulbous head with his mouth.

"OOoooohhhhh," Doug moaned.

Scott began sucking it, slowly, almost reverently, taking as much as he could into his mouth.

"Aaawwhhh, mann, Scott, how come you waited so long?" Doug moaned.

Scott smiled inside, surprised at Doug's remark. He thought it would be totally one-sided, him servicing the big marine and Doug lying there taking it quietly, more out of a sense of duty. Tears welled up in Scott's eyes. Tears of untold happiness for himself, and deep satisfaction that he could make Doug respond so. His cock was hot! And so big. He jaws felt like they might lock. He couldn't take all of it. He could barely take half of it. The head was too big to fit through his throat.

"Can you make it go down a little?" he asked.

"Not with you doing that," Doug said.

"If you can make it more rubbery, I wanta try to take it all the way."

"Can you do that? Geezusss, I'm pretty big.

"I want to try," Scott said.

"What about when it gets hard again?" Doug asked.

"I'll do what I can with it," Scott said.

Scott let go of it and they waited for a few minutes till the big cock began to loose its rigidity. Then it hardened again, throbbing hard. They waited some more. Meanwhile, Scott climbed on the bed and got between Doug's legs, ready.

"Fuckin' thing don't wanta go down," Doug said.

They waited another minute or two and the big cock finally lost enough hardness that it was beginning to bend like a radiator hose.

"If you're gonna try it, you'd better get on it before it gets hard again," Doug said.

Scott got back on it, wasting no time forcing the bulbous head against the opening of his throat. He could feel the pulsations through the big hunk of meat and knew he had only a moment to accomplish the impossible feat. He relaxed his throat muscles and opened up as wide as he could and forced his mouth down the shaft. The head slipped into his throat and he pushed harder. His mouth went down, down....all the way down till his face was smashed against Doug's pubes.

"Awwww, Fuuuucckkkkk!" Doug cried softly. He put his hand on the back of Scott's head and churned his butt around in the mattress, thrusting his cock hard into his buddy's throat. "Ohhh, Geezusss, buddy, I don't know how you do that, but I'm glad you can. Godddd, it feels incredible! Ohh, fuck, yeah, gulp it down, keep swallowing....awwhh, your throat feels so good."

Scott held on for dear life. Doug's cock grew fast, expanding his throat like a balloon. He fought down his gag reflex, determined to stay on the pulsating cock. He wanted it so bad; wanted to make Doug feel good. He choked a couple of times but forced his mouth on the throbbing cock, unwilling to give an inch. When he had his gag reflex under control again he ventured to move his mouth up and down the big cock a couple of inches.

"Ohh, Shittt!" Doug gasped. "Awww, Fuck, Scott.....ohhh, if you only knew what you're doing to me!"

He was able to deep-throat the huge cock for a few short minutes before he began choking again and couldn't control it. He raised up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stroked the hot cock with his other hand.

"Mannnn!" he gasped. "I don't believe I did that!"

"I don't believe it either," Doug said, reaching out to squeeze Scott's arm. "Shit, that was incredible."

"Want me to try it again?" Scott said.

"It's not going to go down again," Doug said. "Shit, it's so hard now, it aches."

"I think I can handle it now that I've done it once," Scott said.

"I never saw anything you couldn't handle, but this.....GodDamn, Scott, this is incredible, if you can do it."

Scott wrapped his mouth around the big cockhead again and began the descent. He had to twist and work the head into his throat but then it was easier to go all the way down on it. He choked with emotion this time as Doug cried out and moaned and writhed under him.

After awhile, Doug stopped him. "Hold on," he gasped, with his hands on Scott's face. "It's getting too good, you're gonna make me shoot."

"I'm sure you've got more than one round in the chamber," Scott said. "Or are you saving it for someone else?"

"Naw, I'm not saving it, and I've got plenty of rounds in the chamber. I just wanted to warn you," Doug said.

"I've been warned," Scott said.

"Seriously, man, w-what do you want me to do when I'm getting close...when I go off?"

"Let nature take its course," Scott said.

"Just tell me, do you want me to come in your mouth?" Doug asked in disbelief.

"However you want to finish it," Scott said.

"Aww, Mannnn!"

Scott hunkered down with his face in Doug's crotch, nuzzling and lapping his balls.

"OOhhhhhh!"

"That feel good, too?"

"Aww, you know it! Geezuss, what else are you going to do to me?"

"Depends on what you'll let me do."

"Anything," Doug said. "Any fuckin' thing you wanta do."

"Now that's something you definitely should never say unless you know you mean it," Scott warned as he shoved his arms under Doug's legs and placed them on his shoulders. His thighs were heavy with muscle. He lapped and sucked on his balls and lapped in under them. He wanted to go further. He'd never done that before and he wanted to do it to Doug but he was afraid of his reaction. It might be taking things too far. But he said anything, and the hard marine butt beckoned and gave him courage. The gentle aroma of maleness and soap or deodorant wafted up to his nostrils. He ventured a little bit at a time, lapping his tongue back and forth across the hard vein of cock that reached between his legs to disappear into his body. Doug wasn't minding. At least he wasn't voicing nay objection.

Doug was nearly breathless with anticipation. Was Scott heading where he thought he was heading? He was afraid to respond; he didn't want to make Scott think he wanted him to do it. But he laid his legs out wider and lifted his butt up higher to welcome Scott's oral advances. When there was little doubt where Scott was headed, Doug wrapped his arms under his knees and pulled his legs up against his chest, tilting his butt up off the mattress, spreading it out wide. He held his breath, waiting the interminable moment for Scott's tongue to connect. When he did, Doug choked on his outcry. He gasped and coughed and half-sobbed before he was able to make a sound.

"Oh, Fuckkkk!" he gasped. "Awww, Scott....ohhhh, yeah, do it....lick it, man...tongue it....awwwh, eat my ass, man....OOhhhh!"

Scott devoured Doug's ass like a hungry wolf. He forced his face hard in the wide crevice, lashing his tongue around the clenching hole. He flicked the opening with the tip of his tongue and it clenched harder and wider. He pulled Doug's butt apart and drove his tongue inside the hot, velvety hole.

"AAAAWWWWWWHHHHHHH!" Doug yelled. He toned it down and began gasping and moaning and whimpering. "Ohhhh....Oh, my Goddd. Awww, Scottt, you're driving me nuts! Aww....ohhhh....ohhhhh....ohhh, fuck, buddy, where'd you learn to do this!"

Scott didn't stop to answer. He had hit on a way to make Doug crazy with pleasure and he wasn't going to stop. If only Doug knew what pleasure he was experiencing himself, lashing and tonguing and eating his asshole.

Suddenly Doug shoved Scott's head away and turned over on his hands and knees. "Here, you can get at it better," he said breathlessly. He set his knees wide apart and bent down with his shoulders against the mattress, spreading his butt wide.

Scott went at it with renewed enthusiasm, delighted that Doug was cooperating with such frantic lust. He dug his fingers into the rubbery rim of his asshole and pulled it wide open. He could see the palpitations inside the hole. He drove his tongue into the soft, pink lining. Doug squealed and whimpered as he pressed his face and shoulders into the mattress, clawing at the sheet. Scott could barely contain his own lust. His cock was like a steel rod, so hard it bobbed up against his belly when it throbbed.

"Ooonnnhhh....UUmmmm, you taste so fuckin' good," Scott moaned.

"Yeah, you like that ass? Tastes good? Eat it, man, tongue it, get your tongue in there deep...Awwwhhh, yeahhh ohhh....ohhhh, Godd, don't stop. Don't stop, Scott....you're gonna make me come....Ohhh...Ohhh....Ohh, shit, I'm gonna come!"

"Turn over, I want see it," Scott said.

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah, you wanta see me shoot?" Doug growled as he turned over and pumped his cock in one fist.

Scott nuzzled his crotch and sucked his balls.

"Ohhh, yeah, eat `em....lick my balls....ohhhhh, it's comming.....it's coming .....AAWwhwhhhhhhh!"

Scott felt the powerful surge up through the underside of Doug's cock and a second later, the huge flesh rocked exploded. Come shot up in the air about six feet, hung suspended for a split second, then fell to his stomach. It was followed by another, equally powerful. Then another, and another. Come was splattering everywhere. Scott was breathless with excitement and he moved his tongue up along the underside of the belching cock, hoping to capture the head before he was done shooting his load. He didn't make it but he got a couple of hard blasts of hot come all over his face.

Doug collapsed into a heap of muscle on the bed, gasping, his hand moving up and down his cock in slow motion. His eyes fluttered and his hand finally stopped. His cock felly heavy and still half-hard diagonally across his stomach, still belching spurts of come all over his hip. Scott remained between his legs, lapping up the come that ran down his balls.

"Fuck!" Doug gasped, out of breath. He lifted his head and looked down at his body. "GodDamn, Scott, I don't know where you learned to do that, but I'm sure glad you did. Shit, what a mess," he said, swiping one hand across his come- streaked chest. "Man, I'm sorry about the mess. I'll get a towel," he said as he climbed out of bed.

Scott wanted to stop him but he made no attempt. He wanted Doug to lie back and let him clean up the mess with his tongue. But he couldn't say it. Doug returned with a towel and a wet washcloth.

"Here, you can clean the stuff off your face," he said, handing him the washcloth. "Fuck, I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to shoot all over your face."

"It's okay," Scott said. "It was my fault, I didn't get out of the way."

Doug made a couple more swipes to catch the come running down his belly. "I'm gonna go shower," he said.

Scott half expected him to invite him to join him. What could be the harm in it, now. Except that maybe he was clinging to his macho manhood now that he'd expended his manly lust. Maybe there had to be a line between them that couldn't be crossed no matter what they did together. Scott was hurt....he was gay and Doug was straight and the two couldn't meet except in raw sex....but his deep satisfaction more than made up for the hurt.

"Hey, Scott, you wanta shower? Come on in, there's room for two."

His heart did a little flip-flop and his happiness took his breath away. He went into the bathroom where Doug had the shower curtain pulled back for him.

"I guess it can't hurt to shower together, after that," Doug said.

Scott wanted to take the soap and cloth and wash Doug's body but when Doug didn't offer it, he backed away from the idea. There was, indeed, a fine line between them.

Afterwards, they lay side-by-side, naked, basking in the aftermath.

"Whew! I don't believe what just happened," Doug said.

"I hope you're not having any regrets," Scott said.

"Regrets? Hell, no! Man, I can't believe you ate my ass out. That was the most incredible thing anybody ever did to me. I want you to know, I'm glad you came down here," Doug said. "I was leery of the idea at first."

"How come?" Scott asked. "I was, too, but why were you?"

"I don't know. I wasn't sure how it'd be, meeting up after your news. I didn't know what changes I would see in you. Why were you leery?"

"I was afraid I would loose your friendship," Scott said. "I was afraid I would get here only to have you tell me fuck off."

"That sort of pisses me off, you know? That you didn't have any more faith in our friendship."

"I'll never doubt it again," Scott said.

"Me either." He chuckled softly. "Shit, that was about as friendly as you can get."

"That's not all, unless you want it to be," Scott said.

"Whatever else you've got to show me, the Marines say I'm all yours, if you want me, till midnight tomorrow night," Doug said.

"And what do you say?" Scott asked.

"Well, I'm not going to sleep in the barracks."

Scott turned his head to face Doug, his eyes wet with emotion. "I want you so damn bad it hurts. I want to make you feel everything I know how. I want you to go back to your barracks with the memory of this night so ingrained in your mind that it'll be there forever."

"Trust me, I won't ever forget this night," Doug said.

Scott reached over and laid his hand on Doug's hip. "I wish I could show you everything I want to."

"Who says you can't?"

"You wouldn't go for it," Scott said.

"If you mean.....no, I can't reciprocate, if that's what you mean."

"I wouldn't expect you to. That's part of what makes you, you," Scott said. "But that's not what I meant."

"Before you say I wouldn't go for it, why don't you try me?" Doug said.

"What if I kissed you?"

Doug recoiled a little. "I don't think I could handle that," he said.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Scott asked.

Doug's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. "You mean....f-fuck you..... in the ass?"

"Yes."

He heaved out a loud sigh. "I never....I mean, I don't know....Okay, yeah, why not? Yeah, I'll fuck you, if you want me to."

Scott got up and went into the bathroom to get the lube out of his bag. His hands trembled as he squeezed some on his fingertips and applied it between his buns. It's gonna happen. I'm going to get fucked by my best buddy. God, how many nights had he laid awake then gone to sleep with this fantasy. When he was well lubed he got a bottle of poppers out of his bag and returned to the room.

"I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna need this," he said, placing the poppers on the night stand. He stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide apart. "Or do you want me on my stomach?" he asked.

"I don't know, you're calling the shots, I've never done this before," Doug said. "However is best."

"I just figured you would probably want it like you were with a girl," Scott said.

"Fuck, no way I could mistake you for a girl."

When Doug was between his legs on his knees, Scott lifted legs up onto his shoulders. "Just take it easy going in," he said.

"Is it going to hurt?"

"Like all hell," Scott said.

"Hey, we don't have to......"

"Oh, yeah. We do," Scott said. "I've dreamed of this for too long. I want you to fuck me. It's gonna hurt, but the poppers will help me get through it," he said, reaching for the poppers.

Doug hunkered forward, pushing his cock into the crevice of Scott's butt. His cock found the deepest point and pressed against the hot hole.

Scott took the cap off the bottle of poppers and held it at the ready.

"You ready?" Doug asked.

"Yes."

Doug pushed. He could feel the rubbery pit give but he didn't go in. He wondered what it would feel like. Like a pussy, probably. Maybe tighter, going through that tiny hole.

Scott put the bottle up to his nose and breathed in one nostril then the other, and repeated both nostrils. "Give it everything you've got," he said as he placed the bottle on the table.

Doug shoved again, hard. It wasn't a thrust, but he put all the considerable power of his butt muscles behind it. Scott's hole was forced open and the thick muscle of his asshole squeezed around his cockhead like a giant rubber band.

Scott coughed out a gasp of pain but didn't cry out. The poppers made his head spin and his lust kick into overdrive.

"Fuck, yeah, shove it in. Give me all of it," he said bravely.

It was one steady, hard shove, all the way in to the hilt. Doug could feel the soft lining of Scott's ass giving way, stretching around his cock. He hit something and maneuvered around it to go deeper.

"AAWwwwwhhhhhhhh!" Scott moaned when he was completely impaled on the huge cock. He rolled his eyes back and breathed in and out.

"You can say that again," Doug said, sounding out of breath. "Fuck, I never felt anything like this."

"Ohhh, me either," Scott said. "GodDamn, that thing is big!"

"If it's too big, I can......."

"No," Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug's hips. "No, don't even think about taking it out. The pain's going away, then I want you to fuck me."

They held still for a moment. Doug felt Scott's asshole squeezing steadily around his cock. It felt wonderful. It was like sticking his cock in a furnace, or a bucket of warm honey.

"Ohhhh, tell me when I can do it," Doug said. "This feels so fuckin' good, but I wanta start moving."

"Go ahead."

"How do you want me to do it? Hard, fast, slow, or what?"

"It's your call," Scott said.

"Yeah, I'll be able to tell what's making you feel good, won't I?" Doug said. He pulled back, withdrawing his cock to the head, then shoved back in. "Awwhhhhh......."

"Yeah, do that again," Scott said.

He shoved back in again. And again. Each time he picked up a little speed and shoved a little harder. "That feeling okay so far?" he asked.

"It's feeling incredible," Scott said. "It doesn't matter how you do it, it's the feel of your cock inside me that's driving me crazy, and watching your muscles."

"Feel `em if you want," Doug said.

"Oh, yeah, I want to," Scott said as he ran his hands over Doug's muscles. "Godd, I've wanted to get my hands on you like this......"

"Just tell me or show me what you want me to do; I wanta make all of your old wishes come true," Doug said.

Doug fucked him for over an hour. He fucked him every which way but loose. Slow, hard, fast, gentle.

"I hope I'm not going on too long," he said after awhile. "I'm pretty long winded. I can fuck all night. You tell me when you want me to stop."

"Not till I feel that hot load of come shooting up inside me," Scott said.

"That what you want, my load in your guts? I can give you that," Doug said. He shifted to a hard, steady pace, fucking him with a mission.

"Ohhh....ohhhhh, yeah....you're hitting all the right spots"

"Going in deep enough?"

"Yeah....hard and deep....ohhh. Goddd, keep doing that, I'm gonna come before you do."

"That's okay, I don't have to come."

Moments later, Scott was moaning and writhing under him. "It's gonna have to be okay.....you just tripped my trigger. I'm comming.....ohh, fuck, don't stop. Don't stop, Doug, fuck me....Ohhhh, fuck me," he cried as he pumped his cock.

A moment later his cock bolted and throbbed in his fist then exploded. "AAAwwhhhhhhh!" he cried as the stuff shot out all over his face. He aimed it up and it shot over his head, but then he lost control and come was flying everywhere.

Doug fucked him all the way through it, gradually slowing his pace till he was almost in slow motion by the time Scott was done coming. "You finished?" he asked as he eased his hips back and forth slowly.

"Yeahh.....yeah, but you don't have to stop," Scott said.

"You shot your load, it's not going to feel as good, is it?" Doug said as he started to pull his cock out.

"Leave it in, just lie on top of me," Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug's butt.

"Be glad to, but I'm gonna get heavy," Doug said.

"I like the weight of your muscles bearing down on me, and your cock throbbing inside me."

"Okay, but I gotta warn you, if I leave it in there, it's gonna want some more action."

"You can fuck me again as soon as I take a breather," Scott said.

"Thanks, I will. Meanwhile, why don't we lay on our sides, I'll put my cock back in from behind," Doug said.

They separated and lay on their sides and Doug shoved his cock back in, lying behind Scott.

"Ohh, this is nice," Scott said as Doug spooned his body against him.

"Yeah, it is," Doug agreed.

After only a few minutes, Doug started to squirm against Scott's backside, as if he were shifting positions, but Scott could tell he was getting anxious to fuck him again. He smiled at being able to turn the big Marine on so. He let him suffer for a few minutes.

"It's okay, if you wanta fuck me again," he said finally.

"Aww, yeah, my cock's been pissed ever since I stopped," Doug said.

He fucked him from behind, with Scott's leg held high in the air.

"I don't wanta hold off," Doug said.

"Okay, shoot it," Scott said.

"I can fuck you again even after I shoot if you want me to. But I gotta come. This is too damned good to keep under control." He fucked him for a few more minutes then pulled his cock out. "Turn over, I want you on your back again," he said.

Scott scrambled into position and Doug entered him again from the top and began fucking him. Scott reached for the poppers.

"Is it hurting?" Doug asked.

"No. It's feeling great," Scott said. "This'll make it feel even better." He snorted the aroma into his nostrils, two doses, then held the bottle up for Doug. "Try it. It'll make you sail," he said.

Hesitantly, Doug let Scott hold the bottle to his nose. He held one nostril closed while he breathed in the other, then reversed. He did it again, for good measure, he said. It took less than a minute for the stuff to kick in. Doug's head started spinning in a strange kind of heat and he felt himself sailing, just like Scott said.

"Ohh, Geezusss!" he gasped.

"Feels good, don't it?"

"Aww, fuck....Awwwhhhhh, shit I wanta fuck you so hard....I wanta fuck you a new asshole," he exclaimed as he shifted into high gear. He fucked him so hard the bed shook and the headboard tapped against the wall. "I ain't gonna hold off," he gasped. "I'm gonna come....gonna fill you so full of come, you'll hear it sloshing when you walk. Ohhh....Ohhhh, you ass feels so good.....so tight and hot....shit, YOU feel good, stud. Muscles feel a lot different from a girl's soft body. Fuck me back. Slam your ass up at my cock." He leaned down over him, smashing their bodies together, his face buried in the crook of Scott's neck. "Aww, yeah, flex those muscles for me. Nice thick, hard pecs.....Shit, feels almost as good as your ass. Shit, Scott, if I wasn't....ohhhh.....ohhh.....ohhhh, fuck, what does it matter who's straight and who's gay....." His voice trailed off into a fog and their eyes met for a couple of seconds before he smashed his mouth over Scott's.

"UUhhmmmmmm," Scott moaned in surprise. He wrapped his arms around Doug's broad back and hugged him closer as he humped his butt up to meet his thrusts. Doug was doing the kissing now, mouth open. His tongue darted into Scott's mouth, lashed around his own tongue, causing them both to squeal and moan. Then he felt the wonderful sensation of liquid heat shooting up inside him.

"Ohhhh, you're comming!"

"Fuckin' A-right," Doug growled as he pumped his cock back and forth in half-cock jabs. "Comming like a fuckin' horse."

"Oh, yeah, give it to me. Pump it in me. Fill me up with your hot come."

He seemed to go on forever. Finally he collapsed on top of him, his face against his neck, breathing hard in his ear.

"Damn, Scott, that was fuckin' wonderful," he gasped.

"Yes. You've got a hot ass. Tight, too. Hell, it's still squeezing my cock like a giant rubber band."

"I wanta milk out every drop," Scott said.

"I think you got it all, my balls are drained," Doug said as he raised up. He stayed up over him for a moment then shoved himself back onto his haunches. His cock pulled part way out and he eased back to pull it the rest of the way. It fell onto the bed, leaving a tiny spot of come. "Shit, I think you stretched it," he said. "Looks about six inches longer."

"If that thing got six inches longer, I would've been yelling and sucking poppers like mad," Scott said.

Doug went into the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned against the sink. It was several minutes before he raised his head and looked in the mirror. His eyes fell on his lips; lips that had kissed another guy. Of all that'd happened, that was all he could think about. "I kissed another guy!" he whispered. "Yeah, fucked him, too, but kissing a guy....Shit, if that don't make me..." He cut his words off before THAT word came out. He reached in and turned on the shower. He needed a shower, bad.

He lathered up his body and rubbed the soap over his muscles. He didn't like the thoughts he was having. There was a jumble of them; half wishing that Scott hadn't come, that they hadn't done what they did. Geezuss, what would Chelsea think if she ever found out! He wished it'd been Chelsea who had come down to see him instead of Scott. But that wasn't fair to Scott. He had invited him; encouraged him to come. It wasn't rape. He had no right to put the blame on Scott. The blame was all his. The only thing Scott had done was reveal the truth about himself. And he, Doug, had taken advantage of that truth.

"Hey, are you okay?" Scott asked.

Doug tensed at his presence in the bathroom. "Sure, why shouldn't I be?"

"I mean, you're not going to get all fucked up in the head, are you?"

"No. There's nothing to get fucked up over," Doug replied. He wasn't sure he believed it, but saying it out loud was a first step in convincing himself. He decided to let it end right where it had ended. Maybe he should go back to the barracks to sleep for the rest of the night. But that would make it look like he was fucked up over it. Okay, he could brave the night out, just stay on his own side of the bed. One thing for certain, it couldn't happen again. He had crossed over the fence, satisfied his curiosity, now it was time to climb back over to the straight side and put it behind him and go back to being a Marine.

He hurriedly finished his shower so Doug could have it. He felt suddenly uncomfortable when he stepped out and Scott was there waiting, holding a towel out for him. He took it and moved past him to get out of the bathroom. He dried off and slipped on a pair of shorts and got back in bed. Having his shorts on should give Scott a hint. He tried to think what their relationship would be, now. Not the same, like he thought it would be. Nothing would ever be the same between them. They would still be best friends, just not the same best friends. In his mind he was thinking about how he could get Chelsea to come down to see him. He needed to see her, bad. He turned on the television to have a point of focus and diversion when Scott came out of the bathroom.

"Do you want another beer?" Scott asked as he came out of the bathroom, drying off.

"No, I'm okay," Doug said.

Scott looked at him. "I don't think you are," he said.

Doug glanced at him and looked away, too quick.

"Don't make me sorry I came down here," Scott said.

"No need for you to be, I'm not," Doug said. But he wasn't sure how he felt now about Scott's visit. The sex was great, but that wasn't what their solid relationship was built on. He stretched out, hoping to get some sleep, on his back because he didn't want to appear to be turning away from Scott.

Scott was quiet but Doug knew he wasn't asleep. He knew he was watching him. He tried to pretend to sleep, but the real thing never came, and before long his juices were boiling again. He was in bed with his best buddy who liked to give head and get fucked and practically worship his body, and it was a shame to waste the short time they had together. He started wishing Scott would reach over for his cock again. He wanted to tell him it was okay but he didn't want it to look like he was using him. He felt Scott get out of bed and then heard the door to the deck open. He opened his eyes and watched his buddy standing in the soft light. He liked what he saw and there was a tingling as he recalled what Scott's muscular, smooth body felt like under him; how wonderful his full lips felt around his cock. He lay for a long time, waiting for Scott to come back inside. When he did, Doug was going to be wide awake for him. When Scott didn't come in, he climbed out of bed and went out on the deck.

"You're not getting all fucked up in the head, are you?" he asked quietly, coming up beside him.

"No, but I'm afraid you are," Scott said.

"I'm not. I told you I'm not," Doug said.

"You weren't asleep, were you?" Scott asked.

"No, I couldn't sleep."

"Were you pretending, to shut me out?"

"No. I was trying to sleep. Why would I want to shut you out all of a sudden?" Doug said.

"I was afraid what we did might be the reason you would want to shut me out," Scott said.

"You're complicating things again," Doug said, laying his hand around Scott's butt. Scott flexed it for him. "Yeah, that's it, make `em nice and tight. You've got a great butt, in case nobody's told you that lately," he said in a light-hearted tone.

"Thanks, so have you," Scott said with a warm smile.

"Sorry it can't be as functional as yours," Doug joked.

"Oh, it's very functional," Scott said.

"Does this uncomplicate things," Doug asked, squeezing his butt.

"It does more than uncomplicate things. I feel like I can be more truthful with you about everything."

"Oh, what haven't you been truthful about? I mean, you've pretty much bared your soul," Doug said.

"Not about anything serious. Like today, when we were driving past those guys playing football, and you asked me if I wanted to stop and watch. I told you no, and all the while, I was thinking about a fantasy I've had and I wanted to watch them play."

"What fantasy?"

"About being in the locker room with an entire football team of players who know I'm gay. I know that sounds sick and weird to you."

"Hey, its not my fantasy," Doug said. An idea came to him and he gave Scott's butt hard squeeze. "I might be able to arrange that for you, if you were serious. Well, not high school jocks, and not a locker room, but would you settle for a bunch of Marines?"

"Don't play with my head, Doug."

"Would you?"

"How could you arrange that, with your don't-ask-don't-tell policy?"

"I met this guy from another company who told me about a gay in his company who takes care of a lot of guys. The field sergeant is even in on it; he even furnishes his room in the barracks for the guys to use. Sometimes the guy stays the night in the sergeant's room and they all know it. Maybe I could get hold of the guy and see if he would want to round up a bunch of his buddies and bring them out to meet you."

Scott laughed nervously. "I shouldn't admit it, but you're taking my breath away just talking about it."

"Why shouldn't you admit it, you told me your fantasy. You're being up-front about everything else. We both are."

"It would be a dream come true, but...what're you going to think of me if I say yes?"

"Hey, if you arranged to have a bunch of girls to come out and meet me I would be dammed grateful. The tables are turned, that's all," Doug said. "It's up to you. If you don't want to...I mean, I don't know how it would play out, a bunch of horny Marines all in the room at the same time."

"I want to, but....I'm a little scared, having a room full of marines expecting who knows what from me."

"They won't expect anything you don't want to do, I promise you that," Doug said.

"You would.....be there, then?"

"Yeah, I figured I would. But I won't if you don't want me to. I think I should be, though."

"I don't know. I have to think about it."

"You don't have a whole lot of time to think it over," he said. "I'll have to go back to the base and look the guy up so he can round up some guys to bring out here tomorrow, or late tonight, and I don't know if there would be very many guys who can get passes on such short notice. I could try to arrange for you to go on base and use the field sergeant's room but the other guy--the gay guy--might get jealous. And I don't know how many marines that guy is taking care of. It might be more than you want to try to handle."

"Maybe we'd better make it another time," I said. "You're about more than I can handle."

"You handled me just fine," Doug said. "Better than most girls I've been with." He put his arm across Scott's shoulder. "Okay, I admit, I was letting myself get all fucked up in the head. I was wishing Chelsea had come down to see me..."

"Instead of me," Scott said.

"Yeah. I wanted to believe I wished it was her instead of you, but deep down I don't. I was trying to make myself believe it. Maybe it was guilt that set in after I got my rocks off. When I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw a guy who had just kissed another guy and it gave me a jolt. I had all kinds of emotions bouncing around in my head. You probably have, too."

"No, I'm okay. The only emotions I have....I'm just so damned thankful you accepted me for who I am."

"Hey, that was no big deal," Doug said.

"It's a huge deal," Scott said. "Then you let me act on my feelings; that was something I didn't even dare to hope for."

"Well, that part was a big deal for me, too, you acting on your feelings. And I didn't let you. I wanted you to. I don't want to sound like a selfish pig, but....I want to again, if you do."

"You don't know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you when you were trying to sleep in there, but you put on your shorts and I thought you were sending me a message."

"I was. Mostly, I was trying to protect my masculinity."

"I don't think your masculinity needs protecting," Scott said.

"I would like to send you another message, while you're thinking and deciding whether you want me call in the Marines," Doug said as he moved behind Scott and pressed himself against him.

Scott reached back between them and Doug stepped back so he could squeeze the front of his shorts. "Message received, loud, hard and clear," he said.

They went back in the room and Doug stood beside the bed. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

Scott reached out and slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. "I'll think of something," he said as he pulled them down. Doug's rubbery cock swung free, like a hunk of radiator hose. Scott wrapped his hand around it and pulled on it. For measurement, he wrapped his other hand around it. "Shit, it takes three hands to hold this thing," he said.

"But you've only got two hands; looks like you'll have to improvise," Doug said.

"I can do that," Scott said as he went to his knees in front of him and began licking up and down and all around the shaft.

"Ohh, your tongue feels so good," Doug whispered. "But I want to feel your mouth on it....take it, please....suck it."

Scott took his time licking his tongue around the thick shaft and lapping and kissing his balls before he finally captured the head with his mouth.

"Awwhhhhhhhhhh," Doug moaned with great relief. "Ohh, Godd, I wish I could tell you how good that feels."

You just did, Scott thought; you just did.

It was nearly an hour before he was rewarded with another powerful load of the Marine's hot, thick come. He received it and held it in his mouth to savor the taste of the precious male nectar. Doug never went down, and a few minutes later he fucked him. The second time he made Scott go off.

"Fuck, man, you come like a power hose," Doug said of the ropes of come that streaked Scott's body.

"Yeah, it was pretty intense," Scott said, out of breath.

Doug went to the bathroom to wash up and came back with a washcloth and towel. Scott reached for it.

"No, I'll do it," Doug said as he began wiping the come off of him.

When he came back from taking the towel and washcloth into the bathroom he stretched out on his stomach. "I don't want you to get the wrong message from me sleeping on my stomach, but we need to get some sleep. We've got another day ahead of us tomorrow."

Scott drank in the sight of him again. His muscular body, even relaxed, looked like he'd been carved out of stone. His arms looked like they were bulging and his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. His thick thighs spread apart a little, with his tight butt set perfectly rounded on his hips.

"Do you mind if I used your butt for a pillow?" Scott asked as he scooted down on the bed and rested his head on Doug's butt.

"Uh-oh. Somehow, I don't think I'm going to get any sleep," Doug said.

"No, I promise I'll keep my tongue in my mouth and my mouth shut," Scott said.

Doug squirmed under him. "You need to be thinking about your fantasy," he said. "Whether you want me to try to make it come true for you."

They slept soundly and late. It was nearly nine o'clock before they woke up to a tapping on the door.

Doug stirred and got up. "Who the hell could that be? Nobody knows I'm here, unless....shit, how the hell did they find me?" he muttered as he stumbled sleepily to the door.

"Doug, are you going to put something...on...?"

But it was too late. He was opening the door and Scott heard the gasp from the maid. "Ohh....Oh, dear....I'm sorry....I come back."

"Sorry, I guess I should have put this on the door." Doug said. He was laughing sleepily as he came back to the bed. "Shit, I'll bet I scared that poor woman half to death," he said, laughing.

Scott stretched languidly.

Doug reached over and squeezed his thigh. "Did you think it over? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call in the Marines?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

They showered and were dressing to go to the diner and eat.

"After last night, you don't know how hard it is for me to shower and get dressed without....well, you know."

"Yeah, I know. But we gotta eat," Scott said.

As they walked over to the diner the rounded the corner and ran right into the maid who had knocked on their door. She gasped in horror and scurried off.

"Damn, I must've scared the crap out of her," Doug said, laughing.

"Poor thing probably thought she was working in a horse stable," said Scott.

They looked over the menus while they waited for a waitress.

"Dam!" Doug swore suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Scott asked.

"I should've bought some beer yesterday for those guys, if case they come out," he said.

The diner also sold beer and wine and hard liquor, but it was Sunday.

"If you can't arrange it, what would we do with that much beer?" Scott asked.

"I'm pretty sure I can arrange it."

"Listen, Doug, I know you're trying to do me a favor, but if you want the room to yourself and that scared little maid, I'll get lost for awhile."

"No. Besides, I don't think she would come anywhere near me. We're going with the other idea, unless you want to forget it."

"No, I don't want to forget it.

Doug tried to convince Lillian, the waitress, to sell him some beer but she adamantly refused.

"Can't do it. You'll have to come back tomorrow," she told him.

"Tomorrow will be too late. I need it now, today," Doug said, eyeing her nametag. "Look....Lillian....can't I just leave enough money on the table and you let me walk out with it, like I was stealing it. You didn't sell it to me and you don't see me take it. You can ring it up tomorrow."

The waitress laughed, her busty bosom shaking with her laughter as she walked away. "Damn, boys, no wonder we never loose a war. Does the Marines teach you to think like that?"

"Well, she didn't say no," Doug said with a shrug as she walked away.

"She didn't say yes, either," Scott said.

"If she didn't say no, she don't have to say yes," Doug said. He took his wallet out and pulled out two twenties and a ten and laid them on the table.

Lillian came with their breakfast and a sly grin. "If a couple of Marines were going to steal booze from me, how much would they take?" she asked.

Doug shoved the money to the corner of the table. "Less the cost of breakfast and your generous tip," he said.

"Honey, I oughta make you guys be my generous tip," as she said.

"That could be arranged," Doug said quickly. "I'm stationed here. He's not, but I am, I could come back next time I get a pass."

Lillian threw back her head and laughed. "Lordy, stud, I couldn't handle you," she said. "If you'd just come along about twenty years earlier..." she said as she picked up the money. "I have to stock the shelves in the spirits department then I'm going to be pretty busy in the kitchen, so you boys help yourselves to coffee refills or anything else you need."

Doug was all smiles when she walked away.

"Damn, you're smooth," Scott said.

When they were ready to leave there were two brown paper bags sitting on the floor behind the end of the counter, nearest the door. They picked them up and left.

Back at the room, Doug made a phone call to E Company while Scott went to get some ice to ice down the beer. He had to wait till somebody found Conner Best.

"This is Doug Brady. Do you remember, we talked about some activities going on in E Company? Yeah....those activities. Well, I've got a guy who thinks he might be interested...No, the other way around...HE'S interested, if you can round up some guys. The Falcon Motel...whenever you can get here but make it around noon; he's gotta go back tonight....whoever can get passes, as many as you can pile in a car...No, he's an old team mate of mine....Well, I just found out about him myself...Yeah, okay, see you."

He turned to Scott just coming in the door from his second trip for ice. "Okay, your fantasy is in motion," Doug told him.

"How many are coming?" Scott asked.

"He doesn't know how many guys can get passes," Doug said.

"Whew! All of a sudden I'm finding it hard to breath," Scott said.

Doug opened a beer and handed it to him. "I know it's early, but maybe this will help settle your nerves."

Scott took a long swig of beer. "All of a sudden I'm in a cold sweat. I think I need a shower," he said. He needed to get ready, cleaned out, squeaky clean, smelling good. Godd, he felt like a teenager getting ready for prom night. He put on a pair of onion-skin running shorts over a worn and tattered jockstrap and a tank-top; no shoes, no socks. Doug whistled when he came out of the bathroom.

"Now that's what I call packaging," Doug chided him.

"I just grabbed something to put on," Scott said.

"You say that. But somewhere down deep in that devious mind, you know you're packaging yourself for those guys," Doug said as he was taking off his clothes.

"Maybe I am. It's all right, isn't it?" Scott asked.

"It's more than all right. Shit, if those guys don't hurry up....fuck, Scott, I guess I never noticed before how sexy you are."

Scott paced while Doug was in the shower. Out on the deck, back inside, around the room; he finally went out and walked up and down the hallways. He wasn't exactly scared....he was excited....but it was such intense excitement that he could hardly breath. He thought about backing out but he knew this opportunity would never come his way again. And the Marines were probably on their way. He wondered how many there would be.

He was standing at the motel exit gazing out on the parking lot and wondering what he was getting himself into, when he saw a car pull up way across the lot; a car full of guys. He turned and rushed back to the room.

"I think they're here. I saw a car full of guys pull up," he announced breathlessly to Doug.

"You sound nervous."

"All of a sudden I'm very nervous."

"Hey, if you want to change your mind, all you gotta do is say so."

"They're already here," Scott said with some urgency in his voice.

"No problem, I'll tell them to go back."

"No," he said softly, shaking his head. "No, this opportunity won't ever come again; I would never forgive myself, being this close."

"Okay."

They waited till there was a knock at the door. Scott nearly jumped out of his skin. Doug looked at him all the time he was walking to the door.

"Are you sure you wanta do this? I can send them away," he said with his hand on the door.

Again, Scott shook his head, and Doug opened the door.

"Hey, stud."

"Hey, Conner....guys....come on in," Doug said.

Scott watched them file into the room; one....two....three....four....five..... six! Geeznss, there were six of them! My Godd, what was he going to do with six marines!

"Guys, this is Scott, an old buddy and team mate of mine from back home," Doug said. "This is Conner...and he's the only one I know."

Conner made the rest of the introductions. "That's Joe....Chris....Christian ....Paul....and that's Gunner....and that's Jason."

Scott nodded and shook hands with a couple of them who put out their hands, and took them all in with a sweeping look. Jason stood out, not just because he was big and muscular but he was also black. Scott had heard the stories about black men. His black jeans hugged his bubble butt and his thighs and his upper his arms were contrasted against the white T-shirt. His broad features and square jaw formed a handsome face with a dimple in his chin. He topped it off with cowboy boots.

Joe was muscular...they all were....and roughly handsome; a look that made him look almost mean until he smiled. Chris was a tall, lean-muscled blonde, tanned...they were all tanned as well....he looked like a California beach boy in a tank-top that drew attention to his broad, muscle-heaped shoulders.

Christian had black hair and snappy black eyes and the way he carried himself he looked like he belonged in prep school instead of the Marines. Paul was a quiet-type, well-built with soft, warm eyes and a trace of a smile that always seemed to be there, like he knew something nobody else knew.

Gunner was just plain big and drop-dead good looking. His had on faded, well-worn cut-off jeans that were cut off about mid-thigh and the denim material was fairly stretched around his thickly-muscles thighs. His shoulders stuck out of his sleeveless muscle shirt like soccer balls, and his arms would've stretched the sleeves of a t-shirt if he wore one. The shirt fit snug around the middle so his abs could be seen rippling when he moved. He looked like a bodybuilder who needed to stop lifting weights for a while.

"There's beer iced down in the sink," Doug said.

Jason, closest to the sink, appointed himself bartender and began tossing out cans of beer to his buddies. He tossed one to Scott last. Scott opened it and downed it all. He was going to need it.

"Need another one?" Jason asked, tossing him another beer.

"Thanks," Scott said, but he only took a sip of the second beer.

Joe snatched a beer out of the air and popped the tab. He took a long swig, about half the can. "I guess you're the one doing us?" he said to Scott as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Scott didn't reply verbally. They all knew he was but he was taken aback by the guy's boldness. The rest of the Marines followed Joe's lead and began taking off their clothes. Scott watched with panicked excitement as the six Marines stripped and bared their muscular bodies.

Joe stopped at his shorts and socks. He took another drink of beer and looked at Scott. "You wanta finish this for me?" he asked, snapping the waistband of his shorts as he moved squarely in front of him.

Scott could feel the man's body-heat, then he was so close he could feel the hair on his thighs. Joe put his hand on Scott's shoulder, with a little pressure. Scott let himself be pushed down to his knees in front of the muscular Marine. Joe put his hand on the back of his head and smashed his face against the front of his shorts.

"Mouth it, get `em nice and wet first, before you take them off of me."

Scott was too weak from excitement even if he wanted to refuse. He mouthed the big lump of man-flesh curled up inside the pouch till the material was wet. He could feel it come to life and he was anxious to have the bare, warm flesh in his mouth.

"Shit, this is going to be great; he's hungry for cock," Joe said.

When his cock was tenting his briefs, Joe pulled the waistband down and tucked it under his balls. His cock fell free, swinging straight out like a battering ram. He was big, but not as big as Doug. He pulled Scott's face back and forced his cock in his mouth. He didn't stop till he had maneuvered it all the way down his throat. Scott put up only minor resistance, gagging and choking.

"Fuck, look at that! He made him swallow the whole thing!" Chris exclaimed.

"Yeah, I wanta see him do that to Jason," Christian said.

Joe laughed. "Like anybody could do that to Jason," he scoffed.

"Hey, what the fuck is that!" somebody yelled.

It was Gunner, yelling at Chris, who was taking pictures.

"I thought we might want a memento of this occasion," Chris said.

"Memento, your ass!" Gunner swore as he started to take the camera.

"Go ahead, let him take pictures, I don't mind," Joe said.

Nobody asked Scott if he minded. Actually, the idea of having pictures excited him. He just wouldn't want them falling into the wrong hands. Gunner and the rest of the men felt the same.

"You're gonna mind a big whole lot if the Marines gets hold of `em," someone said.

"Hey, there's no film, it's a digital camera," Chris said. "You can have the damned chip after you look at the pictures. Destroy it, or keep it."

Scott was a little fearful but anxious to see Jason as he slobbered and sucked Joe's big cock. They were all naked now except Jason, and tanned to the waist; Paul and Christian had swimsuit tans and Christian wore an awfully small swimsuit. Chris had an all over tan.

"You still haven't told us where you go to get that full-body tan," Paul said.

"Didn't I tell you?" Chris asked.

"No."

"Good, then I'm still safe," Chris said.

Joe stopped Scott from moving and held his head in his hands to fuck his face. Scott clasped his hands around his thighs. He loved the feel of the brick-hard muscles. He felt a hand inside his running shorts, feeling his bare butt.

"Aww, feel this," someone said.

There was another hand on his butt.

"That is one fuckable ass."

And yet another hand that explored both sides and down the middle. They left little doubt that they were going to use his ass for their pleasure. Scott didn't mind, except that he didn't know if the Marines were simply interested in getting their rocks off or if they had come geared up for an all-day/all-night orgy. And he was still wondering just how big Jason was. Gunner, too, but he was more anxious to get his hands on Gunner's body and feel his bulging muscles against him.

"Hey, let's get him up on the bed," Christian said. "Stretch out on the bed, Joe, so we can get him up here on his hands and knees; fuck, I can't stand to see that tight, round butt going to waste."

Somebody was passing around more beer and they offered one to Scott as someone helped him to his feet. He took it and downed about half of it and handed the can back. He was already feeling good and relaxed; he needed to feel it more before they went to work on him. A pair of rough hands pulled his T-shirt off and somebody else was pulling his shorts down and off, leaving him in his sneakers and jockstrap.

"GodDamn, that is downright edible," Chris, rubbing Scott's ass.

Two pairs of hands guided him to the bed where Joe was stretched out crossways with his legs spread apart and holding his cock straight up. On his knees at the edge of the mattress they pulled Scott's legs apart so his butt was tilted back and pulled apart.

"You said it was edible, chow down. Here, I'll hold your beer for you," Gunner challenged Chris as he reached for his beer.

"Hey, I'm gonna need that, and another one or two before I do that," Chris joked, grabbing his beer back.

Out of the corner of his eye, while he was sucking Joe's thick cock, Scott saw Christian move around from the foot of the bed, behind him, then felt his hands on his butt. "Nice," he said as he snapped the straps of his jock. Somebody was holding out a tube of lube for Christian then Scott felt the slick, warm lube being applied to his butt, being worked into his asshole. He winced but the pleasure was already too good to worry about some minor pain. He was glad it was Christian fucking him first. He was big, but he wasn't huge. After Doug, Scott knew he could handle him okay.

The heat of Christian's cock pressed against his slick hole, probing gently. Then Christian grasped him by the hips and shoved.

"UUhhnnnnn," Christian moaned as his cock burst through the tight hole into the heat of Scott's asshole.

Scott winced with pain but muffled his gasp with Joe's cock in his mouth. Christian didn't waste any time. He shoved right in and went to work, pumping in and out through his hole, sliding across the spot that made Scott feel like he wanted to come all the time. Shit, I don't want to come yet, he thought. He wanted to hold out till he experienced all six of the big Marines. Seven including Doug, although he didn't know if Doug was going to participate; he still had his clothes on.

"Ohhh...Ohhh, Mannn, he's so hot and tight," Christian moaned.

Scott was thinking ahead to Joe's finish. He didn't know if he should take his load. He thought it might freak them out if he swallowed. But then, Joe might not warn him or let him off of his cock when he shot off and once he came in his mouth, the others would surely follow suit and he was going to be drinking a lot of come. He hoped he didn't get sick. All the while, he was jutting his butt back onto Christian's thrusting cock.

"Aww, yeah, look at him...he loves it....he's a regular cock hound," Gunner said.

Joe shot off without warning. Suddenly he was spurting his hot come into Scott's mouth and he had his hands around his head so he couldn't move off. Scott took it and lavered the stuff round the belching head till the taste permeated his taste buds then he swallowed. He had always wondered if all come tasted alike. It didn't. Joe's wasn't as good as Doug's come but feeling it shooting into his mouth excited him.

Paul took Joe's place on the bed, kneeling back on his haunches to offer Scott his cock. He was about the same size but he had a perfectly shaped cock, like the veins had been specially designed and placed around the hand-crafted instrument. Instinctively, Scott lapped up his precome just before he shoved his cock in his mouth.

"Can you take it all, like you did Joe's," Paul asked as he clasped his hands around Scott's head.

He took it easier than Joe's, because of the perfect shape. Christian was still pounding his ass, making him squeal and whimper with delight around Paul's cock. Scott wondered that nobody mentioned condoms. But he felt safe with a bunch of healthy Marines, and he wanted to feel their come and taste it, not have it gathered in a condom to go to waste.

When Christian was ready to go off he pulled his cock out of Scott's ass and jacked it off all over his butt. Scott liked the feel of the hot juice landing on his bare skin but he was disappointed that he didn't get to feel his heat inside his ass.

"Hey, Chris, look here, now that's what I call edible....nice smooth butt meat with warm man-sauce. Come on, chow down on that," Gunner said.

"If it was my own juice, maybe I would," Chris said, again, making it sound like he was joking, but Scott wasn't so sure.

"Hey, did anybody bring anything to smoke?" someone asked.

"I brought some poppers," Chris said.

Before anyone else could move into position Paul told Scott that he wanted to fuck him, on his back. Scott lay across the bed on his back, ready and eager.

"No, I mean both of us on our backs," Paul said. "You on your back on top of me."

Scott moved to let Paul stretch out then he stepped straddle him and lowered himself on his cock.

"OOhhhhhh," he whispered as the big cock snaked up deeper than before as he settled his butt onto Paul's hair.

"That hurt this way?" Paul asked.

"No. No, it just goes in deeper, but its okay," Scott said. He lay back on Paul's upper body and humped his butt in rhythm with his thrusts. Chris and Gunner stood at the side of the bed watching the action up close.

"Look at that asshole swallowing his cock," Chris remarked.

"Yeah, I wonder if it could stretch enough to swallow two cocks at the same time," Gunner said.

"Not if one of them was yours," Chris said. "He'll do good to take your cock by itself. But mine....I'm normal size..."

Scott felt a twinge of fear as he imagined taking two cocks at the same time, afraid that he might have to. If they decided they were going to double-fuck him, he would have to take it. He looked around for Doug, as if he wanted to ask for his help or protection, but Doug wasn't standing where he could see him.

"Go for it," Gunner said. "If you guys get him stretched out, maybe he can take me and somebody else. Meanwhile, I'm gonna get me some head."

Gunner stepped up on the bed and stood astraddle Scott and Paul and lowered himself on his haunches to feed Scott his cock. Gunner was huge. Not just thick...he was so big around, his own hand didn't reach around it....he was nine or ten inches long. Scott couldn't take it down his throat, despite their joint efforts, and Gunner finally resigned himself to just fucking his mouth.

"Hey, hell, don't kill yourself," he told Scott. "Just suck it."

Scott was scared now as he felt Chris feeling his ass, around Paul's cock, probing with his fingers, as if to find room. The next moment, it was evident that they were going to it.

"Here's some lube," someone said.

He was going to do it! They were going to double-fuck him! Geezuss, two cocks that size....he didn't know if he could take it. He was afraid they might tear his asshole apart. But he couldn't speak up, his mouth was full of cock, and he was sure it wouldn't have done any good anyway. These marines were there for sex, and they would use him in any way they wanted to satisfy their desires. He cringed when he felt the heat of Chris's cock poking at his ass, already so full of Paul's cock. Paul held still and Scott held his breath. He could feel the second cock wedging firmly into the top part of his asshole, along the top of Paul's cock.

"Here, need some of this?" someone asked.

Scott turned his head to the side and someone was holding an open bottle of poppers. He laid his head over and breathed in both nostrils.

"Okay, give it to him, he's primed and ready," the guy said.

The timing was precise. As the poppers kicked in, Chris shoved his cock through the top of part of his hole, sliding it up along the underside of Paul's cock and suddenly, in that one hard thrust, he was in him.

"UUUhhhhhhh!" Scott moaned, tossing his head back.

"Got it in him?"

"Oh, yeah," Chris said.

"Fuck, yeah, I can feel your cock sliding against mine," Paul said.

"Hey, don't fall in love down there, you guys," someone joked.

Scott sucked up the pain, surprised that it wasn't more severe. Not sharp, unbearable pain, just the feeling of being stretched. He finally had to let the air out of his lungs.

"How's that feel?"

He blinked and saw Doug's face hovering over him.

"Awww....awwww, this is more than I expected," Scott said.

"Is it okay? I can make `em stop," Doug said.

"No....no, I don't want them to stop. Awww, man, it's incredible, two big hot cocks sliding in and out of my ass." He was surprised to feel a big, strong hand wrap around his cock. The others were surprised, too.

"What the hell, you're jacking him off?" someone asked, surprised.

"Hey, he deserves something for all of this," the guy said.

"I think he's getting what he wants out of it."

But the guy kept on jacking him off. The level of Scott's pleasure reached unbelievable heights with each passing moment, each pump of the big, rough hand. The two big cocks slid in and out of his stretched asshole, working back and forth against each other like two hot, oiled pistons, vying for his prostate.

"Hey, when you get ready to come, pull out," Gunner told them. "I wanta see you guys come. I wanta see which one of you shoots the most and fartherest."

"Shit, what kind of a pervert are you?" Chris asked.

Scott's pleasure was so intense he didn't know how much longer he could stand it.

"You getting anywhere near close?" Chris asked Paul.

"I can work it up anytime you're ready," Paul said.

They worked each other up, pumping their cocks against each other. Chris seemed mesmerized, watching their two cocks slide in and out of Scott's hole.

"I'm getting close," Paul said.

"Slow down, I'm getting there," Chris told him.

Gunner stepped forward, holding the open bottle of poppers at the ready. When he saw that they were over the top he shoved the bottle at Chris's nose.

"Come on, take this stuff, it'll toss you over the fuckin' wall," he said.

Chris barely finished the dose before he jerked his cock out and began to shoot his load. The stuff spewed out all over Scott's cock and up across his abs, to his chest. Paul withdrew then and Scott reached down to jack him to the finish. Paul's load shot up at a sharp angle and landed on his belly before it subsided to his balls.

"Hey, Numb-Nuts, you said if it was your own juice you would eat it," Gunner reminded Chris, and pushed him down by the shoulders at Scott's chest. Chris resisted but the others chided him to do it.

"Come on, chicken shit, you said you would do it," Jason said.

Gunner offered him the bottle and he took another dose of poppers. He paused while the stuff went to work then bent down and started lapping his come up off of Scott's abs. The others laughed and applauded and clanked their beers together in victorious salute.

Scott was surprised at the way Chris was licking up the warm come. So were his buddies.

"He acts like he likes it," Joe said.

"Are you sure you haven't done that before?" Christian asked.

"Hey, I've got some here for you," one of the others said.

Chris raised up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a goofy, victorious grin on his face. "There, motherfuckers, don't ever say I went back on my word," he said.

"Fuck, your word had nothing to do with it. You were going at it like you liked it," Joe said.

"It wasn't all that bad," Chris said.

"How'd Paul's come taste, any different from yours, or does it all taste the same?" Joe asked.

Chris looked at him with a blank stare and the other started laughing. Paul was easing Scott off of him to he could raise up.

"Did you shoot off too?" Chris asked him.

"Like gang-busters, about the same time you did," Paul said.

"But you....you shot all over his balls."

"I couldn't see where I was shooting, but it felt like I must've hit the fuckin' ceiling."

"Geezusss!....Awww, Shit!" Chris swore as he backed off the bed. "You motherfucker, you tricked me," he yelled at Gunner angrily. "You fed me poppers so I wouldn't know what the hell I was doing."

"You didn't seem to care, either," Gunner said. "But what the hell, come is come, so they tell me. I just wonder if it all tastes the same."

But Chris was on his way to the bathroom, gagging and spitting. The other Marines roared with laughter.

Gunner was next. Surprisingly, he didn't climb on and plunge in like the others did. He laid himself lightly over Scott's body and worked his cock back and forth along side Scott's cock and rubbed their muscles together.

"I hope I can do you some good after those guys double fucked you," Gunner said. Then he lifted Scott's legs onto his shoulders, bending him in half.

Paul and Chris had stretched him so that when Gunner fucked him he was ready for him. He was still snug, simply because of Gunner's size, but it didn't hurt. He just felt stuffed full, and it was a good feeling. Gunner fucked him slowly, as if he were afraid he might hurt him, or maybe it was like he was making love to him, although Scott didn't think Gunner had that in him, to make love to another guy. But he came awfully close. He arched up over Scott's body, plunging his huge cock straight down into his ass; his face was nuzzled in the curve of Scott's neck.

"You are one fuckin' hot little stud," he whispered.

"Thanks."

"So fuckin' cute," Gunner went on.

"Thanks."

"If we didn't have all these other fuckers here, I think I would kiss you."

"Maybe....sometime..."

Just then the others noticed how gentle and tender Gunner was being, and the way he was hunkered over Scott while he fucked him.

"Shit, man, are you fucking his ass or making love to him?" one of the asked.

Quickly Gunner reverted back to his stud-marine status and began fucking him harder, till the end, he got almost brutal. Scott didn't mind. It probably couldn't ever happen, to be made love to by the big Marine, but it was enough just knowing how Gunner felt. Gunner didn't pull out. He shot him full of come. At the end he hovered down close and whispered, "Thanks, stud."

When Gunner was finished, the Marines offered Scott to Doug.

"Hell, after all, he is your brother, and you arranged this," Christian said.

"Naw, go ahead. You guys are leaving, I'm not," Doug said.

They all looked at Jason, who had been sitting patiently in the chair with one foot cocked over the other knee. The only one still clothes, he'd been rubbing his shorts and squeezing his tits. They could see his shorts were tented but they didn't know how badly till he smiled and stood up and shoved them down.

"Holy Shit!!" Chris exclaimed.

"Dam!" Christian swore.

"Fuck, Jason, I've seen you in the showers a hundred times but....hell, that's ridiculous," Joe said.

Scott lay gaping at the big black cock attached to the sleek, muscular frame. It stood out straight, so long he couldn't believe it, waving about as Jason kicked his shorts aside. It looked like it was a foot long! Geezuss, maybe more. He was afraid to ask. How does he carry it around, Scott wondered.

Jason let his cock throb up and down a few times then wrapped his hand around it.

"You're need another pair of hands to jack off," Gunner said.

"Who says I jack off," Jason said cockily. "When you've got one like this, you don't need to jack yourself off." He looked at Chris with a sly grin. "Just ask Chris."

They all turned their eyes on Chris, looking surprised and unbelieving. Chris looked embarrassed enough to be guilty.

"Hey, don't look at me, he's just joking," he said defensively.

"Yeah? How come our face is turning red?"

"I wasn't expecting him to say that."

"Yeah, I'll bet you weren't."

"Come on guys, you know I wouldn't be doing that for any guy," Chris said. "Tell `em Jason, tell `em you're only kidding....come on, tell `em, I don't wanta get that reputation."

"You already got yourself a reputation, now," Joe drawled. "Shit, you lapped up Paul's come like it was whipped cream."

"You tricked me into that," Chris said.

"Anybody who would eat come would jack a guy off," Gunner said.

"Okay, okay, guys, I was kidding," Jason said, laughing. "I tried to get him to do it but he wouldn't."

"Now that's a lie, too," Chris exclaimed, laughing.

Through it all, Scott was wondering if he could handle Jason's huge cock; how he could possibly take it....fleetingly, how he could get out of it. It was so big it scared him. He would love to get his hands on it and jack him off, but he didn't know how he could possibly do him justice with his mouth. Maybe he could take him in the ass; being double fucked, he knew he could handle his girth but he didn't know where he was going to put all those inches. Geezzuss, his ass had to end somewhere, and he was afraid Jason would extend beyond that.

He looked at Doug only to see a helpless look on his face. He was right, there wasn't going to be any stopping Jason. Not after taking on the rest of them.

Jason moved over to the bed, his cock extending out over the edge of the mattress. He must've seen the fear on Scott's face. He smiled as he set one knee into the mattress between Scott's legs and lifted one leg onto his shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna plow you a new asshole with this," he said. "Well, I am, but I'll do it nice and easy," he added.

"Have you ever had that thing buried in a guy's ass before?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," he said with a wide grin as he looked around the room at every one of his buddies. "But I'm not gonna tell which one of you it was that took it." Then he turned his attention back to Scott. He spat on his cock and lubed it up. "I don't think I'm gonna need much lube, you're pretty much lubed up by now."

"Yeah," Scott said nervously.

"Does this big, black cock scare you?" Jason asked.

"A little," he replied honestly. Somebody quickly handed him the bottle of poppers but Jason shoved it away.

"When he needs that stuff, he'll tell you." He looked down at Scott. "You don't need it, do you? You're not that scared."

"No. If I do, I'll tell you," Scott said. He wondered if they could hear the tremor that he felt in his voice. He glanced once more at Doug and saw that there was no help there, although he didn't' know what he wanted Doug to do. He was doomed; he was going to get fucked by a horse! A big black stallion.

Jason brought Scott's other leg up onto his shoulder and pulled him in tighter to his own body. His cock stuck way out over Scott's belly and Scott tried to imagine where it would possibly go. Probably into his lungs. He felt the heat of the blunt head sliding between his buns then pressing anxiously against his hole. Instinctively, he tried to tighten it but he was too relaxed from all the other action. He needed to relax anyway. The hot head slid through his sphincter muscle and burrowed its way into his guts. Deeper and deeper, quickly passing where all the others had reached. He didn't know how much of it he had in him and how much there was left, but Jason was definitely entering new territory; a place where he doubted any man would ever go again.

"You doing okay?" Jason asked him.

"Yeah...so far," Scott replied.

"Shit, man, where's he putting it?" someone said.

"Fuck, you shove that thing in any deeper, you're gonna be doing a tonsillectomy without a license," Joe said.

Scott lurched when Jason hit something deep inside him, and the big stud paused with a mumbled "sorry" but deftly maneuvered around it and kept going deeper. Suddenly, his cock slid into a place that made Scott tremble with fearful excitement. It was as if he had truly plowed into a whole new asshole; an empty, open space that radiated with the heat of his huge cock.

"You need some poppers?" Jason asked. "We've got a couple more inches to go."

"No," Scott replied breathlessly. "No, it doesn't' hurt, it's....ohhh, I don't know how to describe it, but....awwhhh....but it don't hurt." He stifled his outcry as Jason buried the final couple of inches of cock inside him. When he leaned down against him Scott wrapped his arms and legs around him to hold him tight.

"Fuck, boy, you took it like a real man," Jason whispered.

"I took it like a coward," Scott said. "I was scared to death."

"But you're not now. You need any poppers?"

"No. No, I'm fine," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Okay, I'm not fine, just okay," Scott said.

"Does that mean I can fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't hear you."

"Yeah," Scott said again.

"I still didn't hear you," Jason said.

Scott realized then that he was playing his game.

"Yeah, you can fuck me," he said.

"Hell, I know I can fuck you, I wanta hear you say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Can you say it a little louder so I've got witnesses? I don't wanta be accused of rape when we're all done."

"I want you to fuck me!" Scott said louder.

"Okay, we heard him, just do it," somebody said.

Jason fucked him like none of the others had, or could; like Doug had never fucked him, and like Scott believed no other man would ever fuck him again. If he ever wanted to feel this again he would have to go to a stud farm and hire a stallion or comeback and find Jason. He clung to the big black stud like a drowning man. His brain was awash with lust so that he couldn't even focus. My Godd, he was touching so many places inside him....incessantly thrusting him to a higher level, it seemed with almost every thrust of his cock.

"You're gonna make me come," Scott gasped.

"Not already," said Jason.

"I can't help it," Scott whined. "You're touching so many places inside me...I'm gonna come, but you don't have to stop," he said.

"Ohh, yeahhhh, let it go, then, stud," Jason said as Scott began spurting come out all over both of them. "Shit, that's hot! Aww, mannn, I love the way your asshole's clenching around my cock when you shoot."

It was the most excruciating climax he'd ever had, bar none. Trembling with his mounting lust, more than once he thought he might black out, it was so intense.

"Ohh, Godd...Ohh, Godd...Ohh, Godd," he kept moaning, sounding almost incoherent. His body lurched with each spasm of come that shot out of his cock in long, thick ropes. Godd, it almost ached, it was so powerful, as if Jason had tapped an unknown reservoir deep inside him.

Scott was near exhaustion after he shot his load but Jason didn't stop. The others were gathered around, watching in quiet awe. Jason didn't seem to mind that he wasn't giving back as enthusiastically as before; he just kept on, using him as a vessel for his sex. Scott nearly lost his sensibilities again when Jason shot off. His utterances were squeals and groans and whimpers and outcries all in one noise as he clung to the big black man, receiving the hot essence of his black manhood. He clung tightly till he felt his body begin to relax. Then he let go and fell into a state of total relaxation himself. He could feel himself floating off even during the long withdrawal of Jason's cock.

"Damn, I wanted to see you shoot off," someone complained to Jason.

"Get down on your knees, I'll let you see," Jason said.

Scott succumbed to his tired slumber.

"Shit, I think you fucked him right out of his mind," were the last words he heard.

He came out of a sleep--he didn't' know how long--that felt like he'd been there forever. He opened his eyes but didn't look around. He could see that it was dark outside. He'd never felt so totally and wonderfully relaxed in his life. He clenched his asshole to see if it was sore. It wasn't. That would probably come later. There was somebody lying beside him on the bed, propped back against the headboard.

"Is he going to wake up?" someone asked.

"We gave him a pretty good workout."

"Yeah, but he took it. Man, the way he endured what we gave him, he would make a hell of a Marine."

"Are we going to wake him up? Are we going to have another go at it, or are we gonna leave and let him sleep?"

"I think he's awake."

Scott recognized the voice as Doug who was the one lying close to him. He looked up at him and Doug smiled down at him. The others were lounging around the room, sitting on the floor with their knees cocked up, or sitting on the dresser, sipping beer. When they heard Doug they came to life, standing up, setting down their beers.

It was Gunner who spoke with surprising concern. "Hey, stud, do you want some more, or do you want us to get out of here and leave you alone?"

"I'll take it as long as I can," Scott replied.

"Or maybe..." Joe spoke up. "Maybe Doug and him want to have a little time together before he heads back home."

Everyone looked at Doug. Doug looked at Scott.

"We can say our good-byes later," Doug said.

So it began all over again. Scott didn't even try to keep track of who was fucking him, or who's cock he had in his mouth, or who's come was blasting inside him or all over him. He let himself be used and enjoyed it. His asshole was almost numb but he could still feel the wonderful sensations of a hot, hard cock inside him. He especially felt Jason's huge cock again as it reached deep where he hadn't been used as much. It could be said that the Marines wore down before Scott did. One by one, they called it quits and began to take their turns in the shower before they got dressed.

"Hey, a couple of us ought to help Scott in the shower," Paul said.

"Yeah, right, you just want one more crack at him in the shower," Joe scoffed.

"No, seriously, if he wants to shower, I'm going to help him. He's probably too exhausted to stand up." He looked down at Scott. "Want us to help you in the shower?"

"I could sure use one," Scott said.

It was Paul and Gunner who helped him in the shower. He was surprised how gentle and caring they were. They even washed his back for him, and his butt and his legs. For a moment, he thought one of them might actually wash his cock but they stopped short.

Somebody brought back clean sheets and the bed was freshly made when Scott came out of the shower. The others were dressed, except Doug, and they waited while Gunner and Paul dried off and got dressed.

"You feel better?" Joe asked Scott with a sincere grin.

"I feel great," Scott said.

"How great?" Joe asked, looking at his watch, laughing.

"Geezuss, give the guy a break," Jason said.

"Look who's talking about giving him a break, after reaming him out a whole new asshole," Christian said.

"You sound jealous," Jason chided him. "Don't worry, I'm all yours when we get back to the barracks if you want me."

They sort of lined up to shake hands with Scott as they were ready to leave. They seemed to really care about him, as a man, not just as a sex object, which he surely was. He knew he had been used, beyond his wildest dreams or expectations, but he didn't care. In reality, he had used them, too. He told them good-bye, one by one. He was surprised when Jason even gave him a big hug.

"You were great, stud," he told him as he held him tightly against his muscular body. Then he said to Doug, "Hey, who don't you bring him on base in the morning, let him go running with us?"

"Yeah, like we're gonna be able to run in the morning," someone scoffed.

Doug closed the door and sighed and Scott sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Well? Was it all that you fantasized about?" he asked.

"Beyond anything I ever dreamed. It was incredible," Scott said.

"I'm glad. It seemed so. I got a little worried, there, but you seemed to be enjoying it."

"Why were you worried? What were you worried about?" Scott asked.

"That they might hurt you."

"They were all very considerate, I thought," Scott said.

"Yeah, they surprised me for a bunch of Marines."

"Thanks, Doug, for setting it up."

"It was my pleasure," Doug said.

"Actually, you didn't get any pleasure," Scott reminded him.

"I liked watching. And I knew I would get mine."

"I don't know how good it's going to be after all those guys....hell, I lost count," Scott said.

"That's not important. We'll do whatever you want to do, whenever you want to do it. The important thing is to just be together," Doug said.

"Did anybody get the chip from the camera?" Scott asked.

"No, I don't think so. But don't worry, he won't do anything with it. Those guys would kill him."

"I want to take some pictures of you before I leave," Scott said.

"Not incriminating ones, I hope."

"They'll be incriminating only if they fall into the wrong hands," Scott said with a grin.

"Well, you can start taking pictures," Doug said as he rubbed his cock.

"There'll be plenty of time for that," Scott said as he lay back on the bed.

"I hope you can feel something," Scott said as Doug moved up over him. "I'm not going to hurt you, am I? I mean, you're not sore or anything."

"No."

Doug slowly entered him. "Do you feel it?"

"Oh, yeah....I'm feeling a lot," Scott said.

"So am I. But I'm not gonna make you feel it as deep as Jason did," Doug said.

"Jason was phenomenal," Scott said.

"I can't compete with that black cock of his," said Doug.

"Its not a competition," Scott said. "Just fuck me, and enjoy it. Those stud Marines were all great, but you're the stud Marine I want the most."

It wasn't like all the rest. Doug didn't use him. Scott imagined that he was making love to him. He didn't, but it was a feeling and an image that Scott wanted to take with him. Doug fucked him and he sucked his cock and generally made love to Doug's body till nearly eleven o'clock.

"Listen, I gotta be getting back, before midnight," Doug said as they lay together in the aftermath with come all over them.

"I know, and I need to get on the road," Scott said.

"You don't want to come on base tomorrow?"

"How do I do that, as a civilian?"

"I could arrange it."

Scott thought about it for a moment. "No, I would rather let it end here, like this, with just you and me."

"Okay. You wanted to take some pictures?"

"Yes. You go ahead and shower, I'll get the pictures I want."

It turned into a photo shoot as Scott took pictures of Doug showering, drying off and pulling on his shorts, all the while, trying to control the intense desire to have the man again. He started getting dressed himself.

"Hey, I was going to ask you, where did you get those shorts? They're sexy as hell," Doug said as Scott was about to put them on.

Scott tossed them to him. "Try them on."

Doug took off his shorts and slipped them on and tucked his fluffed up manhood into the pouch. The pouch both protruded and hung loose, like a bag full of rocks.

"They look great. You can keep them, but can you wear those around the barracks?" Scott asked.

"Question is, do I have the balls to wear them round the barracks," Doug said.

"One look, and there's no doubt you've got the balls," Scott said. "It looks like you've got yours and somebody else's balls stuff in there."

Doug hesitated then said, "Fuck, yeah, I've got the balls to wear `em. Who's gonna say anything? And if they do, they gotta explain why they're looking."

Scott took out another pair of shorts for himself but lingered back from getting dressed as he watched Doug.

"God, I hate to see you cover all of that up," he said huskily.

"Well, now that you know what's under there, you can come down and visit again," Doug said.

"I was hoping you would say that."

"I think some of those other guys would be very happy to see you come down again," Doug said. He glanced at his watch. "Look, why don't you stick around, get some more rest before you hit the road? The room's yours till eleven in the morning."

"I think I will." Suddenly he felt his breath coming hard, almost unable to breath, like he was having a panic attack. "I wish I'd asked for one more thing," he said in a hoarse tone.

"What?" Doug asked, looking at his watch.

"There probably isn't time, but...I would love to take a load back with me."

"A load...you mean a load of my come?"

"Yes. Would you have time to give me one, in a condom?" Scott asked.

Doug seemed undecided, glancing at his watch again.

"If you don't think you've got time..."

"No, get a condom, I'll try," Doug said.

Scott hurriedly dug a condom out of his bag and ripped it open while Doug opened his pants and shoved them down with his shorts.

"I may need a little help working it up," Doug said.

"Yeah, right. Look at it, it's already getting hard," Scott said. He dropped to his knees and sucked the thick, rubbery cock in his mouth to make it hard. He sucked longer than he needed to and Doug stopped him.

"We don't have time," he said.

Scott rolled the condom down the long shaft. "Do you want me to suck you or do you want to jack it off?"

"Let's do both," Doug said. He shoved his cock into Scott's waiting mouth and began jacking himself off. It was a time of total concentration, with a purpose; while Scott was relishing the final moments of their time together, Doug was on a mission. It took barely five minutes--a long time with the short time he had to get back to the base--but finally he worked it up.

"I'm getting close...suck it man...use your tongue...Ohhh, yeahhh, like that...you're getting me there...ohh, yeahhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhh, fuck, here it comes!"

Scott reared back off the big cock and watched Doug's big, muscular hand pump it to climax. Suddenly the stuff started spurting out, stretching the condom with each spurt, filling the tip with thick, creamy semen. Doug's legs trembled and his body lurched as he deposited his man-seed into the rubber sack. Finally, he was done and he milked his cock to force it all out. Then he stood on trembling legs while Scott carefully removed the condom.

"Damn, I guess I didn't realize you shoot so much," Scott said. "Godd, look at the load you shot."

"If I'd known you wanted it, we could've filled a condom for you to take back," Doug said.

"Here, let me wash that off for you," Scott said as he sucked the big, wet cock into his mouth. He sucked out the last drop of precious semen and washed the pulsating cock thoroughly with his tongue then reluctant let it go. Doug hurriedly stuffed it back into his shorts.

"What're you going to do with it?" he asked as he pulled his pants up.

"I don't know. Freeze it, maybe," Scott said as he tied off the end of it.

Doug laughed. "I love you, dude, but you're weird."

Scott was taken by his remark; it was the nicest thing anybody had ever said to him.

It was an awkward moment as Doug started to move to the door but stopped, as if he were going back to the bed. But he went on and put his hand on the doorknob. He looked around, let go of the door and started back but Scott met him half way.

"I don't know why saying good-bye is so awkward," Doug said.

"Maybe because we don't want to say it," Scott said.

"Oh, I sure as hell don't want to say it," Doug said. "I wish I could wake up in the morning, and every morning, and find you lying in the next bunk. Well, actually, I would rather wake up to find you in my bunk, but I'll settle for the next one."

"I wish I could stay," Scott said.

"Why don't you?" Doug said. "I mean, you're free to move around more than I am. You could get a job down here."

"Let's don't talk about that now," Scott said.

"No, you're right. I gotta get back, and we're supposed to be saying good-bye," Doug said. He put out his hand.

Scott was surprised but he took his hand. Then he put his other hand on Scott's shoulder and pulled them together for a tight hug.

"If I hang around here for another minute, I'm gonna be kissing you goodbye," he said, laughing.

"Would that be so bad, except you might get a taste of your own come?" Scott asked.

"No. No, it wouldn't be so bad. And I want to, so fuckin' bad....but I don't want to walk out of here with a bunch of false hopes or a bunch of feelings I gotta sort out; any more than I already have."

Before Scott could ask what kind of hopes or feelings he was talking about, Doug opened the door and let go of his hand. Their eyes met for a moment.

"When I walk out the door, I'm not gonna look back. I'm just gonna tell you this before I go...I wanta see you again, Scott, real bad, and real soon." With that, he was gone. Scott stepped out into the hallway. True to his word, Doug didn't look back. Scott watched the big Marine walk down the hallway, his tight butt churning in his pants and his broad shoulders swaying with a manly swagger. He watched till he turned the corner then he went back into the room.

He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. The room was suddenly so vacant and silent. He eyed the bed but it didn't beckon him. It, too, was so empty, and he couldn't fill it alone. He set his bag on the bed and began packing his stuff. He picked up the heavy-laden condom and squished the still-warm semen in the latex sack. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He pressed the liquid warmth to his face and began to tear up. For a fleeting moment he thought that perhaps he would stay and go running with them in the morning; one last chance to be with Doug. But no, it would serve no good purpose to stick around; it would bring more frustration, leaving him again. He left the key on the dresser, picked up his bag and walked out, carrying the condom in his other hand. He walked across the dark parking lot to his Jeep, looking forward to the quiet solitude of driving into the night. He tossed his bag in back, climbed in and laid the condom on the other seat.

"I'm taking you home, buddy," he said.

The End

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