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The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Deux

by Billyc


We were in Jim’s big, sporty BMW on our way home together, leaving the District. He was driving, as was his preference, though I’d driven in from my office at the Pentagon to pick him up. “Oh, and Clancy called to confirm that his guys delivered the bricks and sent some photographs for me to confirm he’d delivered what we’d chosen.” He picked up his Galaxy 3 off the console and handed it across to me.

I struggled with it, barely able to get it unlocked much less find the photos. I am an iPhone guy and love my 5. He’s currently enamored with the GS3 and looking forward to the GS4. He laughed as I fumbled and talked me through it and I looked at them, him still helping me zoom and advance from one photo to another. I really didn’t care about seeing the photos; I was just buying some time to think of how I was going to broach the real subject.

“And this is where we talk about what we’re doing – or not doing – with Dan tomorrow,” he said, reading my mind, as he seemed to always be able to do.

Is a jarhead’s mind that simple? I often wondered this. “Jim, I was teasing the guy, and he obviously deserved it after watching us fucking through the window last weekend when his crew was working the yard. I really don’t and didn’t have any intention of us actually DOING anything with – or should I say TO – him.”

“Uh, huh,” Jim said, a smirk on his face as he continued watching the traffic as we cleared the District on New York where it transitioned to 50 eastbound.

I laughed and put my hand out over the console, and Jim took it and held it, squeezing it and smiling as he did. “I mean it; I was just playing, not even flirting.”

“So now that you’ve got Dan hot to trot and have invited him to dinner, you’re going to send the poor guy home with blue balls?”

“Do YOU want to have a three-way with him, Counselor,” I asked, not certain of the answer I wanted to hear.

“The truthful answer, Colonel,” he said, returning my mocking nickname for him with his for me, “Is no.” I let go of a breath that I’d not realized I’d been holding, a rare slip of control for a former Marine with special ops training like mine. “The accurate answer,” he continued, and I snapped my head toward him, “Is I neither want to nor don’t want to. If it happened, and if it was what we both wanted at that moment, then we’d both go with it.”

My head, heart and balls were all churning on this one. Jim and I had never had “the talk” about fidelity, three-ways or “playing”; there was no need because we were both so into each other (arguably me nine and a half inches INTO him frequently, and him VERY “into” that!) that it had never seemed like anything we’d need to settle.

So what was the right thing for me to say here? Roar that he was mine, and nobody, and I meant NOBODY would ever share even a minute part of him, that he was ALL MINE, ALL WAYS, ALWAYS? Or was it that I am secure in us – and I am – and if we wanted some variety and spice that was OK? And if the spice happened to end up disappeared or found dead, well I’d certainly not speak to it!

“Bill, relax, OK?” he said, squeezing my hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss the sensitive underside of my wrist.

The kiss was tender and lingering, and his warm breath from his nose was as exciting as his lips against my skin. And, of course, my cock was instantly growing. And, good marine that I am, I obfuscated by pulling my hand and his to my lap so that this hand was on my increasingly uncomfortable hardening cock in my slacks and boxer briefs. “I knew today would have been a great day to go commando,” I joked.

He kneaded my cock and reached inside my waistband and adjusted it so that it was freed from my boxers, free to grow. Then he cupped my balls and kneaded them just the way I loved it – rough and manly and possessively.

“I, uh,” I started.

He squeezed my balls tighter, and I moaned. “Shhhhhh,” he said. “Not the moaning – believe me you’ll be doing plenty more of that!” he laughed. “But we really don’t have to talk about this, Bill, unless that is you need or want to.”

I was half in and half out of the conversation, as his big strong hand working my nuts and occasionally the length of me had me in heaven, yet my head and heart were confused. Before I could come up with anything we were off the highway and headed into the town to the shore where we lived outside of Annapolis on the northern Chesapeake Bay. He stopped the car at a light on Forest and Edgewood and turned to me. “Bill, we’re married. We’re committed. And we’re secure. I know I am, and I know you are. We can be all of those things AND we can do whatever we want if and when we want it. If we die and have only had sex with each other since we met, I’ll die with a smile on my face. And I know you will, too. If we’ve explored others, and we’ve both agreed to it and wanted it, then however that turns out, we’ll be together, and we’ll be as committed to each other and love each other as much as we do now. I KNOW that, Bill,” he said.

“The light’s green, Jim,” I said, in a pitiful attempt to make it sound like I was IN the conversation.

Jim smiled at me and laughed and then turned and moved the car again. “Colonel, I’m just trying to make it easy for you. We both know you’re not the talkative, disclosive, emotional, soul-bearing type,” he said with a lot of love in his voice. “I love you for how you are, and I know we’re merged at the soul, and we both know it. I can just talk about it; you, not so much.” He followed it up with more light and loving laughter.

“Yeah, well, here’s what I know, Counselor. “ When I was in the Corps, I had my gear with me at all times. Then, I was married to my gear. And NOBODY touched my gear – ever. I don’t know if I’ve evolved all that much since then.”

He smiled and Jimled, both melting me and at the same time making my cock throb more. He still had a good hold on my cock in my pants, never having let go, and he felt it and squeezed it back as it throbbed in his big hand. “Well, I hate to correct you, my dear husband, but you’re IN the Corps . . . back in, again. Just like you’ll be back IN me VERY soon,” he said, turning onto Bembe Beach Road where we lived. “And just to be clear, I thought I was your favorite foxhole where you love putting your big, badass rifle,” he said, with a lascivious leer that made my precum flow into my slacks.

I was glad to see that we were pulling off the road into our property, as if we were even a few lots away, I might have had to force him to pull over, drag him out of the car and throw him down against it and fuck him senseless right then and there. As it was we made it into the garage, and I was out of my side of the car, around it and on him before he was fully standing. I had him against the car and had his pants open and down around his ankles, and he was helping me with mine as I chewed the back of his neck and inhaled his scent and savored his taste . . . which only made me NEED to FUCK my husband all the more urgently.

I spit in my hand and greased him and then squeezed the length of me to get a glob of precum to follow it onto his hole and worked it in and over my shaft and then I lined up and RAMMED it into him. He cried out but took it and gripped me and pulled me into him with those amazing ass muscles he has. And I was slamming into him at once, and he was bucking back onto my cock hard and meeting every thrust.

“FUCK YEAH FUCK me Bill,” he yelled amid “OH FUCK YEAH” and “OH FUCK YEAH RAM MY ASS” and others.

For my part I was shouting a mix of unintelligible cries and “FUCKING TAKE IT” and other such utterances.

We went at it like that, me drilling him harder and harder, my groin slamming into his hard assglobes hard enough that my pelvis was in pain from the collisions, but we continued, frenzied, escalating, both needing it. When he reached through his legs and grabbed my balls TIGHT and yelled “FUCKING GIVE ME THAT LOAD!” I lost it and began to boil over, the afterburners in my balls igniting, sending my first blast out with a spasm that streaked through me so hard and so fast that my back was almost thrown out. And as I pumped my seed into my husband, his ass began spasming around my crazed cock, still pounding him like a madman, and his cries told me he was unloading, too.

When we were both unloaded and coming back to consciousness he uttered with a Jimle, “Good thing I had the car waxed the other day by the Sammy!”

“Hope you had him put the anti-cum extracoat on it,” I snorted, looking down at his huge cumload splattered all over the outside of the back passenger’s door behind the driver’s door. I leaned down, still fully inside him, and scooped some with my hand and licked it, not minding one bit the mix of road grit with his cum on my tongue.

“Hey no fair you get it all,” he said, reaching between our legs and scooping some of the runoout from his and my balls and his thigh and bringing it to his own lips and sucking loudly as he took it.

My cock throbbed inside him, and his ass clenched me reflexively. “Round two here?” I asked. “Or can we go inside and enjoy it?”

“What the fuck?!” he demanded. “I, for one, enjoyed the FUCK out of that right here, and I can say for certain by the amount and velocity of the way you drenched my guts with your seed that you did too!”

We both laughed, and I slowly pulled my half-hard cock out of him, savoring the feel of his clenching muscles as he tried to keep me in tight as the length of me slid out. “Awwwwwwww,” he mugged. “I’ll ‘awwwww’ you inside,” I shot back.

“Uh, not to correct you twice in one night, my dear stud of a husband, but you just ‘awwwwed’ me ‘inside’ damn good!” And with that he grabbed hold of my slimy cock and squeezed and smacked my balls just hard enough to make a jolt of electricity fly through me.

“DAMN!” I barked.

“Yeah, DAMN indeed,” he said, slowly, seductively, as he moved in and kissed me long and deep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My training ran deep, and I still have never needed an alarm clock to wake up. But as alarms go, a hot hunky husband with his mouth wrapped around my cock teasing it and me awake was a great one! OK, my cock preceded me awake by quite a bit, because I was rock hard when I went from dreaming about the best fellatio known to man to feeling it consciously.

My husband’s arousal magnifies exponentially when he tastes our sex on me. Whether it’s my lips in a post-fuck kiss after I’ve eaten his cum-filled ass or when he’s sucking the taste of our coupling off my cock. And based on his throbbing rod making a puddle on our very expensive sheets, he was revved up to the red zone. I made an attempt to maneuver around to reciprocate, but he held me down with one of his big furry muscled arms across my torso. “No way, Bill. This load’s MINE!” he barked and went back to work on me.

And work it did. It wasn’t long before I had my big hands clamped around the back of his head, skull fucking into him like I hadn’t drained my nuts dry the prior night before we finally decided to use our bed for sleep instead of recreation. And when I began to ignite I rammed my horsecock down his throat and cut loose and delivered my replenished nuts’ seedload blasting down into his gullet. Also as usual, he grunted and moaned as I unloaded; he was always so demonstrative of his appreciation!

I forced myself to recover to the point of controlling my muscles, and I shoved him onto his back and dove onto his drooling cock. But he had other ideas and shoved me off him and got on all fours and said, “Oh, no fucking way, stud-husband! I know you’ve got another load that needs a home,” he said, shaking his furry perfect assglobes at me.

I didn’t need to be told twice, and fortunately my cock was still raging hard, raging about as wildly as my desire for him. I was on him and spitting into his hole and found he’d greased himself with his pre while he’d been blowing me. I love a man who doesn’t waste!

And then I was in him, deep and hard, pounding his ass as he howled and growled and taunted me to go ahead and show him what I had. I did, and I fucked him long and deep and mercilessly until he finally was close enough that I know his relief was near. I shifted enough to jackhammer his prostate and rammed him over the edge until his ass was clenching on my cock painfully as he spasmed and writhed and howled loud enough to wake the neighbors, if we’d had any.

Of course, the feel of his assmuscles spasming around my crazed cock pulled me over the edge, and to be sure he reached back through his legs and clenched a painful grip on my bull balls. That made my explosion go nuclear. Before he blasted his last shot I was exploding again, this time filling his guts.

When I could construct a reasonably coherent sentence, I tried to say “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’re trying to wear me out before Dan gets here so there’s no possibility of anything happening.” What I actually said was more like “You think you can wear me out before anything happens?”

He smirked and said, “First, the day I wear you out is the day we begin shopping for a retirement home in the warmest climate we can find, because Hell will have frozen over for good. Second, something DID happen . . . already. Some THINGS, to be precise. So what exactly are you accusing me of?”

“As usual, counselor, I cannot argue your points. However,” I smirked back at that gorgeous hunk, all the more gorgeous covered in a coat of mansex-induced sweat shimmering in his pelt, “the fact remains that we have a hunky landscaper on our social calendar, and we haven’t discussed yet whether we’re fucking him or mentoring him as he joins our team.” I could swear his cock twitched when the words “fuck him” passed my lips.

He got up on his elbow facing me, his delts, ‘ceps, abs and pecs all rippling under his sweaty pelt in a display that would make even the straightest man’s balls ache. I took a deep breath to steady myself, but my reaction hadn’t escaped my husband’s notice, and he took advantage by shimmying his ass and legs a little, ostensibly into a more comfortable position, but the effect was to make his perfect eight-pack ripple.

I gulped. And while my balls and cock were planning their next move, something startlingly clear emerged in another area of his consciousness. “You know, Jim, it’s not just that you’re the hottest man I’ve ever known or ever seen that makes me want to fuck you constantly.” His smirk had gone to a wide grin that both excited and melted me every time. “It’s that I fell as deeply in love with you a year ago as I fell in lust with you that day at the picnic.”

He reached up and pulled me down to him and onto him, wrapping his arms around me and crushing his lips into me as hard as he bear-hugged me. I was, as usual, lost and awash in emotions I’d never anticipated even as a possibility for me before I met him. I wanted to stay there forever, and I wanted to maul and molest and protect and hold and fuck and love my husband every way, everywhere, every minute. And the truly awesome thing was: I could!

We stayed that way long enough to teeter on the edge of falling back to sleep after our lips parted but our bodies remained intertwined. Amazingly, despite the depth of feeling passing between us like waves washing over us, we were both rock-hard against each other’s abs. And, of course, we began to grind against each other and, before long, he was on his back with his ankles on my shoulders, and I was drilling him like it had been a month since we’d had each other.

His second load of the morning and my third were blasted simultaneously. We ended with me collapsed on top of him, his arms again wrapped around me, our sweat and his cum mixing between our bodies as our chests heaved as we fought to recapture our breath.

“One thing’s for certain,” he said, hoarsely.

“MANY things are certain, my love,” I responded softly, still deep in the moment of our unions, spiritual, physical and legal.

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

After some time I finally asked him what was certain. He laughed broadly, as he was wont to do, and the signal that we’d lighted up the mood a little affected me all the more deeply. I love our intimacy and our ease of being so very soul-matched and sex-matched and, generally, life-matched all at once. “Well if we DO decide we’re doing Dan later, there’s no way he’s fucking my sore ass!”

We laughed together, and then I said, “I’ve got news for you, mister. NOBODY is EVER fucking THIS ass but ME!” I said, grabbing a handful of his furry glute.

He closed his eyes and “mmmmmmmm”ed again.

And I mmmmmmmmed too.

[to be continued!]


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When we woke after our post-fuck(s) nap, it was the middle of the morning. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d slept in until nearly ten. Oh, right – we never had! Sure we were up fucking from just after five until nearly eight, but still, it wasn’t like us to oversleep. Jim held me tight against him, even though we were both awake. “I meant what I said, Bill,” he said, almost

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Part 4 Oh And The Contractor

I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man And The Contractor - Part 5

I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a

The Naive Marine Lieutenant Plays With The NFL

I was on leave and had caught transport to the first place I could find with sun. Turned out to be Tampa. I went to the Grand Hyatt and sort of crashed the pool. OK, I totally crashed it. I wasn’t a checked-in guest, and had no hope of being one on my budget, but I thought the pool would be a great place to enjoy some sun. I was right about that. Not only was there plenty of sun, but there

The Young Marine Takes To The Courts

I was a captain stationed at the American Embassy in Paris when I was twenty-five. I had been assigned to the Ambassador’s personal staff, and he and his wife had taken a liking to me right off. They were going to be attending Wimbledon that year as a guest of one of the Queen’s cousins, the Duke of Kent, with whom the ambassador had served on a UN peace-keeping mission in Cyprus. The

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