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From The NOT Brady Bunch To The Marines

by Billyc


“DUDE, your dick is either huge or you got some excitement in the shower!” my brand new Academy roommate said to me.

We’d just moved in that day, both new cadets. The a/c wasn’t the best, and we’d worked up a sweat as we unpacked and arranged ourselves. Just after inspection I’d headed for the showers. Turner had flopped on his bunk, stripped to his briefs. He was that way when I returned to our room, just the towel wrapped around me.

I’d taken a long shower, starting cool to cool me down from the heat and sweat of my determined move-in, then switched to warmer and enjoyed the relaxing spray hotter and hotter. It was relaxing, but it also gave me an opportunity to check out about ten other cadets who were doing the same thing. Not one of them didn’t hang their eyes, at least temporarily, on my big cock and nuts. A few inviting smiles, which I met with non-committal acknowledgements – too early for that. And I enjoyed it.

By the time I turned off the hot spray, my cock and nuts were hanging low and even more noticeable than usual. No wonder the towel wrapped around me showed my equipment so well. Turner’s comment stirred my nuts, and I fought to keep my cock from following the excitement. I took a few steps until I was next to Turner’s bunk, as close as I could get without getting in with him, and opened my towel. “Get used to it – you’ll be seeing a lot of it over the next four years!”

Turner sort of stammered, “Man you’re big. Lucky dude!” Should I push it? He hadn’t taken his eyes off it, and I knew that when I was ready he’d suck it. Nah, not yet.

I chucked the towel across our room to the sink and stepped over and flopped on my bed. I knew Turner had watched my cock and nuts swing and then come to rest again, my big soft cock resting across my thigh, conveniently pointed right at him. “They could do something about the a/c!” I said by way of explaining why I was laying buck naked on my bunk with a guy I’d met only two hours before.

The rest of the day was free time for us, and I closed my eyes, wondering what dinner would be like. Probably nothing like my mom’s cooking. UGH!

I woke up from a nap still flat on my back, still buck naked, and I remembered Turner’s reaction to my equipment. I hadn’t moved yet, and I moved my eyes as far to the left as I could, which turned out to be enough to see Turner laying on his bunk, his eyes fixed in what looked like alarm at my cock. Oh, duh – it was raging hard, so even bigger than what he’d enjoyed ogling before. I could see his briefs were tented with a decent sized hardon, too, so obviously he was enjoying.

I made a moan like I was still asleep and ran my hand down my chest and abs and rested it next to my hardon, which was doing its best imitation of the Washington Monument. OK, maybe not anywhere near that big! HA! Then I slowly started rubbing my shaft. I saw Turner’s hardon twitch in his briefs, but he didn’t move a muscle otherwise.

I stroked my big hardon slowly, listening to Turner’s breathing quicken. I kept at it, taunting him with my strokes, hearing him catch his breath and pant but still never touching his own cock.

Finally I got tired of the show and said, “I know you want to.”

Turner jumped clean off the bed. And then he stammered and stuttered, “Dude, I, uh, I’ve never, uh . . . “ and tried to adjust his tented briefs to no avail.

I got up and went to his bunk and said, “You know you want to.”

He looked terrified. But something in that look also confirmed what I knew.

I reached down and took his hand and put it on my big jutting rod, getting no resistance at all. But he didn’t move his hand, just had it wrapped almost around my cock, and I could feel myself throbbing against his hand and fingers.

“Rub it. You know you want to, Turner.”

And then he started rubbing my big cock with his one hand, not skillfully, but enjoyable to me nonetheless. I let some of my spit fall onto my shaft and told him to work it, and he did. I started precumming, and he worked it in with moans and “OH YEAH!” for appreciation several times. When he really got into it and was using two hands, one up and down my shaft and the other rotating on my drooling head, I took pity on him and reached down and rubbed his balls through his briefs.

“OH JESUS FUCK OH MY GOD!” he yelled, and I could feel his cock pumping and saw his briefs filling with his cum. All I’d done was rub his balls, and he’d blow like a geyser. It was hot enough to get me more into it, and I told him to really work it, to get me off.

Turner put his back into it, as the British say, and it wasn’t long before I yelled, “Yeah, fuck, I’m gonna CUM!”

And I did, spurting long ropes of thick hot cum that splatted against the wall and across him and his bed, the last few splatting on him and leaving puddles on his chest and abs.

Turner’s hands were sticky with my cum, and he was well covered in it, not to mention the cum splats running down the wall. I reached down with one hand and pulled his cummy briefs off. His expression was surprised and alarmed at the same time, then hopeful. “Relax dude, just cleaning up,” I told him, and he relaxed a little but still watched me skeptically.

I took his briefs and swabbed at the wall, at least making it not as evident, then I wiped his chest and abs down with his cummy briefs. Last I wiped my own cock. When I was done I swung them by the waistband in the air and said, “I’m keeping these for my souvenir!” and Turner’s shocked look was my reward.

I flopped back down on my bunk and put his briefs to my face and inhaled deeply. I heard him mumble, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK,” and saw his cock stiffen again. I laughed.

“Dude, I’ve never done that,” he said, somewhat quietly.

“Which part?” I asked with a devil’s grin. “Stroked off another guy? Cum with a guy rubbing your balls? Had a guy cum all over you? Had a guy keep your underwear?”

“Ummmm, well, all of it,” he said, a little embarrassed. “I like girls, dude.”

“If we’re going to be trapped in this tiny room for four years, you have to get over the ‘dude’ thing, Turner. I’m OK with either Cate or my first name, Bill, but ‘dude’ just isn’t going to cut it.”

He laughed a little nervously. “Sure, Bill, no problem. I’m Dickie to my friends.”

Of course he was. I just laughed, and he said he got that all the time, but like I’d said, we were going to be roommates through the Academy, so might as well get it out of the way now. “And we’re already better acquainted, DICKIE,” I said, taunting him with the emphasis on his name and waiving his cum-soaked briefs in the air.

“Yeah,” he said, laughing.

And I thought yeah, and that’s just the beginning.

About a week went by. A quick week that went in a flash. Duties, new classes, new everything all thrown at us, and we were expected to comply, so a lot to learn and absorb. I’d had two blowjobs in that week – one by another horny cadet, who obviously was no cadet when it came to sucking cock, and another by a horny corporal, who’d really wanted me to fuck him, but I wasn’t ready for that.

The cadet was in the showers late one night when I happened to stumble in myself after a long late run. When I entered the shower block he was there, obviously over-lathering his largeish uncut hardon and freakishly oversized balls. I wondered how I’d missed him before. He was compact-looking except for the big cock and beastly huge balls. Probably had a twenty-eight inch waist if that, was lean with nice arm muscles and shoulders and a hot dark hairy bubble butt but skinny legs. My cock instantly stirred.

I went to the shower head next to his – immediately next to his in a shower block with eighteen heads – which was a sure sign he picked up on. By the time I was next to him I was half hard, and my half hard cock was the size of his hard cock, mine without skin to his hooded member. He looked at me, and I smiled, and that was all he needed. He put his soapy hand on my cock and began to stroke it, and my legs went weak, and I put my arm out to the showerpipe to steady myself.

With my other hand I put it on the other cadet’s head and pushed him downward. He got the message immediately and got on his knees and sucked my cock into his mouth, soap and all. And he went to work like a pro, working my cockshaft with one hand while he worked my knob over with his mouth and very talented tongue between long deep throat sucks and his other hand worked my nuts like a pro.

I had to hold the pipe with one hand continuously between the slippery tile floor and my weak knees. The other hand was clamped on his head, feeding him my raging cock. I looked down and his cock was still hard between my feet, and I had a passing thought that he deserved something so I started rubbing his balls and shaft with my foot. It wasn’t perfect, but his cock-muffled moan of appreciation made my cock buzz, and I took that as my cue to keep it up.

It wasn’t long after that when my balls were ready and I used both hands to hold his head while I shoved my cock down his throat and let loose. When I did he used one hand to jack, and I felt his globs of cum splatter my feet while I pumped my see down his throat.

When we were both done cumming I put my hand down, and he took it, his hand to my wrist and vice-versa, like men do, and I pulled him to his feet. We never said a word. Just washed our bodies and dried and went to our rooms. I was smiling; I think he was too.

A few days later a visiting corporal was walking along the arcade outside our dorm building, and I was off classes and duty and laying on the grass in the afternoon sun to get some color. Might as well – the a/c in our building had us just about as hot inside as out. OK, that was an exaggeration, but at least outside there was some air movement, and inside the weak a/c didn’t seem to create any movement at all.

I was laying with my pack behind my head and my knees up, and yeah, I hadn’t worn anything under my gym shorts. So when the corporal walked by he looked up my loose gym short leg and saw my big cock and my big balls hanging there, getting whatever breeze they could. He took a long enough look that there was no mistake, and then he came over to me.

He was tall – like major tall, and I was over six foot one by then and still growing. And he was BUILT, his uniform shirt painted tight over a beefy hot body. In the sun I could see the blond hair on his arms and what little was left on his head glistening, along with a fine sheen of sweat. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I guess it was obvious that I was a cadet because he addressed me that way. “As you were, cadet,” he said with broad smile as he approached, stopping me as I started to get to my feet. “When’s your birthday, cadet,” he asked, holding my eyes.

I was only a few days into the Naval Academy as a US Marine Corps cadet. I knew what rank was what by the uniform insignias. I knew to get to my feet in the presence of a senior officer – which meant every one at that point. Oh, and I knew to always answer with ‘sir’ thrown in as many times as possible. What I hadn’t learned yet was gay marine code speak. “Sir?” I asked, confused, shielding my eyes from the sun behind him.

The corporal looked a little disappointed, and he gave a longing look at my equipment again. He’d stopped far enough away from me that he could still enjoy the view. “Sorry, cadet, my mistake,” he said. “Enjoy the sun.”

I really didn’t want him to go. “Sir, perhaps it’s my mistake, sir. My birthday is July fourteenth nineteen sixty-seven, sir. And sir, my name’s Cate, Bill Cate, sir.” I gave him my best gay-friendly smile, the one I rarely converted to anything, but which always got me positive response.

“Corporal Klinger,” he said, and I stifled a laugh. “I know, I know,” he said, smiling broadly. “Bad cosmic coincidence between my parentage, my choice of career and a TV show creater.” We smiled at each other a minute and then laughed together. “And it’s Jake Klinger.”

“Sir, nice to meet you, sir.”

“OK, cadet, if it’s sir, then I’ll leave you to your sunning and um,” and he looked down again and smiled devilishly, “enjoying the breeze.”

“And if it wasn’t ‘sir’, sir?”

I screwed up my face as I heard how that sounded. And then Corporal Klinger laughed, and so did I again, this time more heartily. His deep laugh matched his deep voice, and together we were the baritone hyenas for a moment. As it subsided, I saw his focus on my equipment again and an occasional scan over the rest of my skin. He met my gaze finally, and his voice was huskier when he spoke.

“If it wasn’t ‘sir’, then I’d ask how long you had free and tell you that I knew somewhere we could go, if you were interested, that is.”

His gaze was serious and intent. And my cock reacted. And fortunately I was new enough to not know what kind of trouble I could get into if I did go with him.

He took me to a place about a quarter mile away, a small wooded area near the range, and he shoved his pants down. I didn’t suck cock – hadn’t sucked cock since I was raped when I was thirteen – and I started to say that. And then he was on his knees and pulling my gym shorts down, telling me he couldn’t risk his uni pants showing dirt. And then he had my cock in his mouth, and I was reaching for his shoulders and head to keep from falling on my ass.

Klinger went at me hungrily, sucking my cock from head to root, licking and sucking my balls and, surprising me, turning me around and shoving his tongue up my sweaty ass. I was totally surprised – nobody had ever tried that, and I didn’t want anyone there, again a remnant of my rape five years before. But Klinger had a vise grip on my ass, and his tongue felt like it was about a mile up my ass, and I was seeing stars it was so fucking hot, so I couldn’t move or construct a verbal objection.

Klinger had my big rock-hard drooling cock pulled back and was licking from my head up my shaft, over my swollen balls, up my crack and then plunging into my hole. And I was moaning like a bitch in heat.

Finally when I was so close to wanting his cock up my ass that it both scared the shit out of me and had me on the verge of cumming, he spun me around and swallowed my cock, one hand on my shaft, one on my balls and was taking every one of my over eight inches down his throat with every bob of his head. “Oh holy FUCKkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” I yelled, and at that point, as my balls exploded, I didn’t care that my howl might carry so that it was heard.

Klinger’s mouth was clamped at the base of my cock, gulping and gagging as I started to blow, and riht as my first blast came through my cock he grabbed my nuts HARD and PULLED. I saw stars again and started bucking like a short-circuited robot. And I BLASTED . . . one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever felt.

And right when it couldn’t get any hotter and I was trying to push his hungry, slurping, Hoovering mouth off my over-sensitive cock, I felt his hot load splatter my lower legs and ankles as he pumped out his own load. When we finally disengaged and I could see, he’d shot an amazingly huge load. WOW!

“Fucking hot, Cate,” Klinger said, smacking his lips.

“SIR, yes SIR!” I said in a soft shout, and then I broke out laughing . . . and so did he.

I found out afterward that he was leaving the following morning after a morning assessment session he was holding with some more cadets. He’d been doing that since he got to the Academy that Monday, my first official day of report. I’d had a different skills assessment officer because my test scores had been off the charts, and I’d already been programmed into a path.

Turner’s and my after-class duty schedules were different, but the Saturday almost a week after Turner’s and my get-to-know-you session he and I were in the gym at the same time one day, in the workout room. We were both shirtless and sweating on the machines. He was quite a specimen, with wide shoulders like a surfer, a narrow waist, wicked v-shape torso, strong muscled arms and legs, and a model’s face. He was also giving me a look like I was the last piece of beef on an overeater’s anonymous buffet.

We were the only ones in the gym right then, which was unusual but opportune. When Turner asked me to spot him on bench presses I thought I’d have some fun with him. I got over him, close up to the bar so I was straddling his face. At the end of the first set, when he was on the last rep and I said, “Yeah, Turner, good job,” and was guiding the barbell back onto the rack, I squatted and rubbed my jockstrapped cock and balls over Turner’s face.

“Fucckkkkkkkkk,” he said softly.

I rubbed back and forth a few times and watched his gym shorts get tight and then finally I raised up, with him giving a mournful moan. “Get on the next set, Turner,” I barked.

We worked out hard and teased each other until we were both sporting painful wood and had wet spots through our jocks and gym shorts. We were damn lucky that nobody else hit the gym while we were there. When we were done Turner said, “Let’s hit the showers, stud,” with a leer.

“Oh, no, we go back to our room,” I said, firmly. I’d been a bad marine a few times that week, and I wasn’t tempting fate again.

“That’ll work,” he said, grabbing my hardon. “NOW!”

We jogged back, taunting each other – in a careful way – and crashed into our room with a clatter. I shoved Turner down backward on his bed and yanked my shorts and jock off and pounced on him. I climbed on him and shoved my sweaty ass down on his face.

“Whoa, dude,” Turner yelled and he tried to push me off.

“Just fucking eat my sweat out of my shithole, Turner,” I said, and I shoved my ass onto his face and rubbed my crack on him.

He struggled some, but when I reached into his shorts and started stroking his cock he moaned and exclaimed and suddenly was lapping at my crack and hole like the bitch he was. He got bolder as I ground my ass into his face, and soon his tongue was in me and he was slurping hard and moaning loud as he drilled his cock into my palm.

He wasn’t as skilled as Klinger was at eating ass, but damn it felt awesome. And then suddenly he was cumming, bucking under me, biting and chewing my hole, and his cum spraying in the air and all over me and him.

I gave his cock a last yank and felt his body spasm when I ran my grip roughly over his sensitive head. And then I jumped off him and yanked him roughly around until his head was over the edge of the bunk and I forced my throbbing cock down his mouth. I was sure that “Oh fuck yeah,” came out of his mouth but my huge cock was keeping it from being understandable.

I skull fucked him like he was a sword swallower, ignoring his gags and gurgles and just kept pumping. Finally when I couldn’t hold it back any more I let my balls explode and held his head tight and blasted my cum directly down his throat. He was struggling and writhing, and when I finally pulled out, Turner jumped up coughing hard and spit up some of my cum in a big glob on the floor.

I laughed at Turner sputtering, the end of my climax making me lightheaded. “Fuck you,” he spat, but he was smiling. And we laughed together.

Turner and I roomed together for only a few months. He was caught and outted after an unfortunate gang bang in town. Conduct unbecoming. He was pressured to give names of other marines who were homosexuals, and to his credit he said he was as surprised as anyone when the scene he was prosecuted for – or was that persecuted – happened and a few other marines were involved. The other marines did the same. It was truly the Corps’ loss that those men were let go – they were men of honor as much as I was.


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The Marine Sweats At Dawn.I awoke at 05:35 with a raging hardon, right out of the middle of a HOT dream about my even hotter former French Canadian lover, JP (Jean-Pierre), whom I’d seen the year before again while on a trip back to Paris. JP was about the only recurring stud who visited me in my dreams, his ass always needing another slam-fucking, always his hot swimmer’s body inviting

The Marine's Hamstring Gets A Hot Medic Strung Out - Part 1

I’d got to the medical suite about twenty minutes before the time the doctor had set up for me with his medic who did physical therapy, and the nurse had told me to go from the medical suite in the embassy office building to the gym – in the men’s locker room there was a therapy room, and that was where I was to wait. I went into the small, windowless room – there were some workspaces around the

The Marine's Hamstring Gets A Hot Medic Strung-Out - Part 2/end

At 1839 a soft knock at the door of my quarters had me stopping my pacing and making a beeline for the door. He was even cuter than before, wearing khaki slacks and a green shirt that was roughly the shade of his eyes. He was grinning up at me, just standing there, until I realized I was filling the doorway. I stood to the side, and as he walked in past me he deliberately brushed against me.

The Marine's Hamstring Gets a Hot Medic Strung-Out Part 2

I’d got to the medical suite about twenty minutes before the time the doctor had set up for me with his medic who did physical therapy, and the nurse had told me to go from the medical suite in the embassy office building to the gym – in the men’s locker room there was a therapy room, and that was where I was to wait. I went into the small, windowless room – there were some workspaces around the

The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 1

The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 1I’d just been cycled back stateside after a traumatic deployment, first to Kuwait, then to Iraq. It was my first combat mission, which I’d done everything I could to get. Chalk that up to the arrogant stupidity of my youth.I was welcomed home with open arms, had a great posting and had been promoted. “Captain Cate” had a

The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 2 / Conclusion

I contentedly lay in Ron’s bed after we’d fucked ourselves out, the cords of his muscular arms comfortingly holding me tight, and his chest hair, sweaty and cummy from his forceful eruption, soft against the side of my face. The rise and fall of his of his pecs as he breathed served to lull me into near-sleep. I drifted in his sweaty embrace, inhaling the smell of our sex.I felt safe . . .

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

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

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Part 3

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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