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I wasn’t looking for tight, hard Marine butt. When you’re deployed for six months on an LST with three hundred other Marines and a couple hundred dick-hungry sailors, checking out ass in the shower is the last thing you do. You get really good at going through the day with blinders on, ignoring the packages in the weight room, the dicks swaying and slapping hard Marine thighs in berthing, the ball bags hanging heavy and low. A lot of other guys on the ship want the same things you do, but you also have others around who claim they don’t want your thick dick up their butts. They probably do, of course, but would eat nails before they’d admit how they really felt.

Even in my straight-arrow mode, there was no way I could let Bob’s bouncy bubble butt slide past with a casual glance. Don’t get me wrong, nearly all Marines have good asses. But, even by Marine standards, Bob’s butt was epic. He didn’t have a hint of slack and great, hard muscled butt jutted out proudly from his hips. It was hairless and tanned and had the rich, soft transient glow of youth.

Bob was eighteen. His hard Marine body was like steel bands tightly coiled within tender skin. He was all rippling muscle so soft to the touch that you would almost rather admire him than fuck him.

Almost.

That day, I lost control of myself. He was turned away from the door so I didn’t think he’d notice. My eyes shamelessly took in hi s hard Marine flesh until he turned quickly around and caught me looking at him. I tried to cover with something about looking for a towel I’d left behind, but I blushed and stammered and I did everything but sink open-mouthed to my knees.

After that, I was smart enough to steer clear of him for a while I might have been okay if I’d scored ashore in Singapore. Our last night in, though, I struck out again for a perfect record: zero for four.

Getting drunk was a mistake. For one thing, it didn’t help ease my frustration. For another, it made me even hornier, if that were possible. By the time I got back to the ship, I was in sad shape and sick. My idea, to the point I was thinking clearly enough that night even to have an idea was to shower and fall into my rack to sleep off my desire and frustration along with my drunk. Sure enough though, fate decided something else. Bob stood bare-assed, flexing his muscles and admiring himself in the shower when I got there. And we were alone!

Fuck it, I thought to myself. I tore off my t-shirt and shorts and tossed them into the trash, threw my towel to the deck and slipped into the shower where Bob was smearing foamy white suds across his beautiful bare backside. He started to look around, but I wasn’t in the mood for a fucking conversation. I lay my left hand across his strong, tanned shoulders and pushed his face to the wall of the shower. With my other hand, I soaped the crack in his butt.

I rubbed the slick suds deep between his massive Marine man muscles, spreading his cheeks wide as the hot water coursed down his back and splashed off his ass onto my legs. His butt instinctively began to grind against my hand, softly at first and then as loudly as he dared, he let moans and whimpers of pleasure ooze up from his lips. His butt, soft, hairless and strong, wriggled in my hand until, almost as though by accident, my fuck finger slipped into the pucker that bounded his virtue and my need.

I attacked his wet neck and shoulders with my mouth. His body was writhing against the shower wall, so my restraining hand was free to slide across his boot camp-cut hair and down across his massive hairless chest. I tweaked his hard, passion tipped nips but I didn’t finger fuck his ass. I didn’t have to. He was grinding and thrusting and gyrating so much that his butthole wriggled up my fuck finger on its own. When he cried out, I knew Bob had been longing to have me inside him as much as I’d needed to be there. I suddenly felt not only sober, but almost liberated. Peace was just a soapy butt fuck away. I took my time with him. I hadn’t been inside another man in three months, but some deep, ancient urging slowed my pace and made me savor the texture of his slick ass chute along my finger, the stubble of his hair against my palm, the thrill of his shoulder against my lips and the deep moans of pleasure that he emitted.

My chest was against his back and I felt his slick, naked flesh slide against my fur-covered skin. For the first time, my attention turned from his ass to his youthful face. In many ways, he was an Alexander, hard and lean and fit for battle, yet blessed with a pug nose and green eyes and enough freckles to decorate a tribe of leprechauns. And Bob’s body was the beauty of man incarnate, the best of the young, and the glory of a hunk in his prime, and, as he soon proved, the perfection of a stud skilled beyond his years. I wasn’t about to stand behind him all night with his butt wrapped around my finger. I had something much meatier in mind. My thick nine inches slid between his soapy ass cheeks and eased against his wrinkled butthole. His hole kissed my cockhead, begging me to hurry, and as my tongue darted into his ear, his body convulsed against me, driving his tight manhole up my throbbing crankshaft. He slipped over my purple, passion-pulsing knob in one swift stroke and lingered for a brief moment. Then, a second seizure even more violent than the first sent him lunging up my shaft until all nine inches of my joint were embedded inside his guts.

I lay quietly inside him for a moment. Then, I worked my stiff pubes against his tight Marine butt and ground into him, twisting my cock inside his fuck tunnel, shoving my hard dickhead into the nether regions of his body. His rapid, frenzied pants grew even more erratic as I began a long, slow withdrawal, pulling about eight of my thick nine inches from him. Only my trigger ridge kept his ass hooked, but lust had swollen me wide and I was his for the duration.

When I fucked back into him, my hips jolted with a thwack into his hard jock ass and almost before that sound could ricochet off the shower walls; I was leaving him again, stroking up and slamming down like a piston in a runaway engine. I felt his slick flesh sliding along my cock rail like a fucking express to ecstasy. Our bodies rammed against each other. I grasped him from the front and pulled him even farther up my prick and pounded him harder and faster. Delirious need gripped us both and drove us frantically onward.

Every time my hips bashed against Bob’s classic ass, every time my cock skewered into him, he let out a grunt of satisfaction. We were lost in ecstasy, and I don’t know how long we rammed and fucked. Eventually, I heard a cry that grew louder until I realized it was my own. Almost at once, white hot pulses coursed up through my cum chute and out through the huge nozzle I had parked deep inside Bob’s ass.

Now that Bob had a taste of dick, he was ready for more. Even before I was completely free of his hole, he was trying to spin me around to use me as he wanted. He sank to his knees and buried his pig nose up my butt. I’d never been much into rimming, but then, I’d never felt Bob’s talented tongue up my butt. The bastard wasn’t about to give me a chance to catch my breath. That nose slid along the hairy crack of my ass like Patton through Germany. When it hit home, his tongue took over and drilled deep while that innocent little pug nose shuddered from side to side to keep my well-muscled ass from closing in.

Bob wasn’t just a tongue fucker, he was an artist. The tip of his tongue attacked my fuck hole, dancing around the rim, gliding between the folds of my twitching pucker and pounding into the pit. Every flick and stroke and slice of his tongue tip jolted me to the core and slipped me deeper into my lust-struck trance. I could have stood there with my legs apart, that boyish face up my butt forever.

Petting the back of his head as though he were a puppy, I remember being surprised at how soft Bob’s hair was. It was more like a cat’s than a man’s. But, since he was going to be my sea pussy for the next few months, I guess that was appropriate. Just then, I was trying not to moan too loudly. The last thing I needed at that moment was a skulk of Marines to slink in to join the action. I wanted Bob’s tongue all to myself and, fortunately, Bob didn’t seem to mind.

He moved around and shoved the biggest, thickest marine dick I’d ever seen into my face. All I could do was gape in admiration and then it was in my throat. I managed to pull him out enough to allow my tongue to do justice to the huge sloppy foreskin that dangled from the front of the gorgeous dork. My tongue slid between the loose flesh and the silky smooth man meat that lay hidden below. I found his cum slit lost under the secret folds of his manhood and began to slither in and out of his gash. I slurped greedily with shameless abandonment.

Bob’s luscious knob slid back to make a home in the tight, tender tissues of my throat as his hips began slamming his Marine meat farther and deeper into my face. I reached around to grab the butt I’d just fucked, but this time I was on the receiving end of the dick, and loving every face-slapping minute.

Young Bob liked ramming his dick down my gullet for a while. His moans and grunts and cocky leers of pleasure showed well enough that he thought he was in charge. From there though, he took about ten seconds to discover that tight as my throat was, I had another hole that would be even more fun. I suppose the studly thing to do would have been for me to deprive him, but turn-about is fair play. He had his dick set on a good, solid buttfuck, so I got to my feet, turned around and spread my ass.

I was ready for him to hurt. Any dick that size would have to, I thought. For the first six or eight seconds, it did. Quickly, however, the pain turned to pleasure. Something about the way I was turned on changed everything. Maybe it was the way Bob was playing with my tits and the way his teeth had locked themselves into the back of my neck. Maybe it was the delicious wickedness of fucking a brother Marine in the shower of a Navy LST. Whatever it was, before his throbbing member was shaft-deep up my tight, slutty fuck hole, I was one very happy man. Every sensation that should have been agony turned to ecstasy and showed me how much fun being on the other end of the stick could be.

Bob grew all butch and used me like his personal whore and I loved it! Within a few minutes, his method of fucking had given me my very first anal orgasm, the first of many. Once I’d turned him on, there wasn’t any stopping the guy and he fucked my butt until I thought we were both goners. By the time I felt his pearly jism up my ass, I was ready to fuck him. We kept at it, fucking and loving and teaching each other the ways of real male love until we were both exhausted and reveille brought more men into the head. They gave us sly looks as we limped out to our racks, but by then, neither of us much gave a fuck. We were just too fucking tired.