The Last Scout Trip

by: Peter

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I had decided when I was packing my gear that this would be my last camping trip with the scouts.  My best friend, Jack Whitmore, had signed up for the Marines. We were both seniors and he would be going in right after graduation.  Somehow I couldn’t quite picture us together anymore, me in my scout uniform and him in a Marine uniform. It just didn’t flush. It sure as hell wouldn’t flush when we got together when he came home on leave. Jack was never a scout. He lived out in the country, while I was a city kid, if a population of four thousand can be called a city. While I had spent the last ten years in scouting, he had been busy working on the farm and saving himself for bigger and better things.

I hadn’t told Mr. Barnes, my scout master, yet.  I hadn’t even told my parents about my plans to join my friend; that I was going to see the recruiter right after we got home from the camping trip.

The woods were quiet except for the crickets, and the frogs down at the creek. It was my responsibility to see that all the kids were tucked inside their tents for the night. I walked through the trees, checking to see that their tents were zipped and laced shut. I was still back in the dark of the trees when I saw Mr. Barnes duck out of his tent, located at the edge of a small clearing where the moon was able to cast its rays through the foliage. I stopped in my tracks, for he was naked except for his hiking boots. In the years that he had been my scoutmaster, and the two years that I had served as his assistant, I had never seen Mr. Barnes, naked.  He was big, and tough, I knew that, his chest and arms and shoulders always bulging against his shirts, but I never realized how really muscular he was till now, when I was seeing him in all his naked glory.  I watched him as he stepped over to a tree a couple of yards away from his tent to take a piss. He was half turned away, the contour of his big, round, tight butt and the V of his torso and big, thick thighs in contrast silhouette.

I had always greatly respected and admired the man but at that moment, in that stance, he was an awesome sight that, for some reason, nearly took my breath away. I listened to the soft splatter of piss in the leaves that seemed to go on forever; he sounded like a horse pissing. Finally, I could see the muscles in his arm ripple and dance as he shook his cock, then much to my surprise, he spent a moment longer, pulling on it, like he was casually enjoying the solitary moment. I thought he might be going to jack off right out there in the open but then he turned and went back into his tent.  Suddenly I was having trouble sucking air into my lungs. I was nearly overwhelmed with feelings I didn’t understand; feelings that I had somehow managed to bury so deep that they were no threat to me till this moment.  I will never know what prompted it, or what force moved me toward his tent, but I moved quickly so I was able to slip inside before he zipped it up and tied the flaps closed. There he stood, in the soft lantern light, the most beautiful specimen of maleness I had ever laid eyes on. He heard me come inside and glanced around.

“Dean?” he said over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I…I just wanted to report that the boys are all tucked in safe and sound,” I said.

 “Good, but you don’t have to report in. You know I trust your judgment on that.”

He turned around and I think I might have gasped when I saw him up closer, totally naked, right down to his manhood.  I jerked my eyes back up, swallowing hard. Godd, he was hung! His cock was certainly befitting a man of his size and stature, and then some, but I just never imagined he could be that big.  Not that I had imagined him like this at all; like I said, I still had no idea what I was doing in his tent. It was pretty much against the rules for me to be in his tent with him unless there was a problem. But he didn’t ask me to leave.

“We’ve got a big day planned for them tomorrow,” he said. “A rugged day.”

“They’ll be up for it, they’re all asleep,” I said.

“Bull. I’ll bet the little devils are wide awake and jacking off,” he said with a chuckle.

I blinked with surprise and laughed softly. I’d never heard him talk like that before, and he was including his own son.

He laughed.  “Well, hell, wouldn’t you be? Didn’t you jack off every night when you discovered it was good for something besides taking a piss?”

I was embarrassed but so happily relieved to hear him talking like this. It was like he was inviting me into his private world.

“Well…yeah…I…I guess I did my share of it,” I admitted.

“Dam right you did. Hell, I wouldn’t trust a boy who didn’t.”

It was my turn to laugh, a bit more at ease now with the way he was talking to me. “Yeah, especially on the camping trips,” I said.

“Probably still do,” he said.

That threw me and I could feel my embarrassment.  “Well, not…as much as I used to,” I admitted with a soft laugh.  “There’s something about being out in the wild and the woods that gets the adrenalin pumping.”

“You mean the testosterone,” he said. “Yeah, there’s something primeval about it, like man returning to his original natural habitat; his roots.”

I sort of laughed again; a nervous laugh.  “It sounds strange, though, hearing you talk like this,” I managed. “Especially including your own son in that remark.”

“Hell, Brandon is no different than any of the other boys,” he said. “And I can tell you for damn sure that he jacks off every chance he gets; hell every day of his young life.  I find the evidence all the time.”

“You do?” I said, surprised.

“Yeah. In fact, I caught him one time.”

“You did!”

“Yeah, poor kid was like a deer in the headlights, standing there in the middle of the room with his cock in his hand,” he said, laughing. 

“What’d you do? What did he do?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too excited.

“He just stood there, scared to death. Till I put him at ease.  I told him when he was finished, I needed to talk to him about something.”

“Wow! That was a neat way of handling it. Did he?  Finish, I mean?” I felt suddenly stupid for asking such personal questions about his son, but Mr. Barnes didn’t seem put off by it.

“I assume he did; he didn’t come downstairs for several minutes,” he said with a wide grin.  “When he did, I told him not to be embarrassed about it.”

There was an awkward pause, like he suddenly didn’t know why I was there in his tent and I couldn’t tell him because I wasn’t sure myself. I knew one thing; I wanted to be there, more than anything. And I knew why, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to face it. Suddenly his mood and manner changed.

“You know, Dean, you shouldn’t be in my tent, just the two of us alone,” he said in a gentle tone.  “Especially with me like this,” he added, indicating his nakedness.

“I thought that applied only to the younger boys. I’m eighteen, your assistant, now for two years,” I said.

“Still…but hell, who’s going to know?”

Suddenly, I had to swallow to get rid of the spit that was flooding my mouth, and he heard me.

“You okay, Dean? Is something bothering you?” he asked.

I swallowed hard again. “No, sir, I just…well, I….there’s something I wanted to tell you……”

“Sure, you can tell me anything, Dean, you ought to know that by now.”

“You’re probably going to be upset with me, but….well, sir, I’m joining the Marines. This is my last camping trip,” I blurted.

He did a sort of double-take and a thin smile came across his handsome face.

“Upset?  Of course I’m not upset. I’m not even all that surprised. You’re Marine material.”

“Do you think so?”

“Definitely.  I was in the Marines, I can see your potential.”

“I’m going to miss it…this,” I said, with a wave around the tent.

“I’m going to miss you, Dean. You’ve been a great help, and a great inspiration to the boys you’ve come in contact with.”

“I hope so.”

Another awkward pause. I was feeling panic. I felt compelled to say something before he asked me if there was anything else wrong, or worse, told me to leave.

“I, uh…you said…anything, sir…I c-could t-talk to you about anything,” I stammered.

“Yes,” he said with a confused scowl, and he took a step closer to me. “And stop calling me sir.”

I kept my eyes up but I could see his big cock jostling when he moved and I almost couldn’t breathe again.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

“I d-don’t know, for s-sure…I mean, I do, sort of, but I…I d-don’t know how to say it.”

He stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder; he was so close now that I could feel his body heat.  I gulped down the overflow of spit in my mouth.

“The best way to get something out in the open is to just come out and say it. So don’t be so nervous. Calm down, take a deep breath and spit it out. Hell, it can’t be that bad.”

I took the deep breath but I couldn’t spit it out. For a split second I was ready to bolt and run out of his tent, but I wanted to be there, I couldn’t run away from this opportunity, or the truth that was screaming to be told.  But I couldn’t talk and I didn’t know how I found the courage, but suddenly I saw my hand reach out then felt it against his chest. Mr. Barnes saw it was something really wrong and the next thing I knew, he was wrapping his powerful arms around me, pulling me in tight against naked body.

“Hey, come on, what is it, Dean?” he asked as he hugged me tight. “It can’t be all that bad. I’m right here for you, son, it’s nothing we can’t handle. But you have to tell me what it is that’s got you so worked up. Hey, you don’t have a girl pregnant, do you? That’s not the reason you’re joining the Marines.”

“No, sir,” I said. “I wouldn’t walk out on a girl like that if I did.”

“Then what?” he asked, moving me back away from the tight embrace, but still close enough that I could feel the warmth of his naked muscles. His warm, hard muscles pressing against me, I could even feel his manhood against my upper thigh. He was so nonchalant about it, but Godd, I thought I was going to pass out.

“You,” I said, pressing my hand against his solid pec muscles.

He reared his head back and looked down at me with a look of surprise. He was taller than me so he had to look down a little.

“Me? What’d I do?” he asked.

“Nothing, sir, just…just being…you,” I stammered. I couldn’t say it.  The words just wouldn’t come. How do you tell the man you’ve admired all your young life that you’re sexually attracted to him? I couldn’t. But I was able to press my other hand against the other side of his chest. 

He looked totally bewildered now. He wouldn’t be in a minute or two, when he felt my cock getting hard. He would know for sure what the problem was. I had to say something before that happened but my mouth was so dry and my tongue felt like a stone.

“Dean, you’re going to have to spell it out for me better than that, why me just being me has got you so uptight,” he said.

“Let’s just say, it’s a good thing I’m quitting and joining the Marines, sir. You probably wouldn’t want me around the boys,” I blurted.

He stared at me. “Dean…what?…are you…telling me….?”

“I’m telling you, sir, that I’ve come to realize…just tonight, actually…that I’ve wanted to be in this situation with you for a long time, only I didn’t know it. I just knew I’ve always felt very strongly about you, such deep respect and admiration for everything about you, the way you handle the boys, being so easy to talk to, the way you’re built, although I guess I didn’t realize just how good you’re built till tonight, when I saw you standing out there, totally naked, taking a piss…it was……”  I had to let out some air before I could go on.  “It was such an awesome sight, and I….well, I knew I wanted to do something special for our last night as scout and scoutmaster.”

He chuckled, his hard abs rippling.

“Wait a minute….I was an awesome sight, taking a piss?”

“Yes, sir, all naked like that…you know, in all this time, I never saw you naked before,” I said.

I heard him swallow now. Suddenly he took his hands off my shoulders and stepped around me and walked past me. I glanced around to see him zipping up the tent, then he tied the flaps shut. He came back and stood in front of me again.

“Look, we know it’s against the rules, but you’re right, those rules do apply mostly to the younger boys. So, do you want to spend the night in my tent?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” I said.

“Sounds like you’re a little confused about yourself, Dean. You’ve been carrying this around for a while, and maybe we need to get it worked out.”

“Longer than I knew. I think I just dumped it all at your feet, sir,” I said.  “I’m sorry, but it feels good, getting rid of it.”

“It’s okay, son, you don’t have to be sorry about it.  And don’t call me sir. You can….well, considering the circumstances, maybe you should call me CJ.”

I felt good about him calling me son. “I don’t even know what the circumstances are,” I said with a nervous laugh.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up so we were looking eye to eye. I’d never been that close to his eyes before, either, and I could’ve just melted and run down in a puddle. I tried to turn my head but he held it firm.

“It feels like you’re looking into my soul,” I said, quickly averting my eyes.

“Maybe I am. Look at me,” he said sternly.

I looked back at him, used to obeying him.

“Maybe I am, and maybe I can see what’s bothering you, but I want you to tell me, straight out. I don’t think you know for sure yourself, and you’re not going to till you say it out loud.”

I tried to look down but he held my head and his eyes drew mine back to his, and there was no escape; no escaping his penetrating gaze and no escaping the truth that screamed to get out of me.

“I…I want you, sir…CJ,” I said in a bare whisper.

“You want me.  I don’t think you know that for sure, or even what it means. You’re going to have to be more specific,” he said.

“Yes, I do. I wanta have sex with you. I wanta go down on you, know what your big cock feels like in my mouth, feel your body and feel your muscles.  I wanta do everything there is to do between two men. I don’t even know what all that is, but maybe you could show me; I want to do everything you want me to do.” This time I was successful in dropping my head from his hand and I leaned my forehead against his bare chest. Through the wet in my eyes I could see his great cock lolling out over his balls, looking a little bigger now, and I was ready to sink to my knees and experience a cock in my mouth for the first time. He held me for a moment and I couldn’t decide whether to go to my knees or leave his tent. I suddenly realized what a terrible thing I had done, putting him in this position.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes, sir…CJ…I had no right to put you in this position.  You probably don’t go for stuff like that. I mean, you’re such a stud.  And…well, I’m not even eighteen till tomorrow; I’m jailbait to you. I’ve put you in an awful position. I’d better leave and maybe we can try to forget this ever happened.” I laughed nervously, trying to lighten the situation.  “I’ll go back to my tent and jack off like the rest of the boys.”

CJ didn’t laugh.  “This isn’t about jacking off,” he said in a husky tone. “It’s not even about sex. It’s something a lot deeper than that, and you’re not leaving this tent till you face it, young man. Till we face it together.” He looked at his watch.  “And you were eighteen seven minutes ago, so you haven’t put me in such an awful position.” He stepped over and reached down and pulled the top of his sleeping bag open so it was spread out across the floor of the tent.  “Come here,” he said, motioning to me.

Obediently, I walked over and stood on the edge of the sleeping bag with him, my arms hung at my sides.  CJ dropped to his knees and half laid on the sleeping bag, propped up on one arm and one knee cocked up, his other leg slung out with his great cock draped over his thigh. He put his hand up to me and I took it.

“Come down here with me,” he said.

I let him pull me down on the sleeping bag with him; it didn’t take much, and we lay down side by side. I was scared out of my wits. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know what to do. CJ rose up on one elbow and tilted himself toward me.

“I know this is going to surprise you, Dean, but you can do anything you want, son; I’m okay with it. Just explore your feelings, like you explore a new forest…if you’re sure that’s what you want…….”

“I’m not sure of anything right now,” I said huskily as I rose up to openly look at the man’s body. Godd, he was such a stud! I couldn’t get enough of just looking at him, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to touch him.

“If this is what you want, Dean, and what you want, don’t be afraid to take it.”

Finally, with his encouragement, I reached out and laid a hand on his stomach. I liked the light mat of hair that covered his rock-hard abs. He tightened his muscles and made them ripple for me.

“You’ve got awesome abs,” I said as I smoothed my hand over them.

“So have you,” he said as he reached over and flattened his hand against my stomach. “Really solid.”

His touch nearly took the wind out of me. I couldn’t believe he was touching me like this! I was stunned when he moved his hand lower, down to the waistband of my hiking shorts. Oh, Godd, I thought he was going to touch me there! But he only pulled on my belt.

“Why don’t you take those off if you’re staying the night; I’m feeling a little over dressed,” he said.

I scrambled to undo my belt and shove my hiking shorts down, along with my briefs. I hadn’t intended to but the briefs came off with my shorts and I didn’t want to appear boyish by pulling them back up.  In my panic I struggled to get them off over my boots and CJ surprised me again by leaning up to help me. Now we were both naked except for our boots.

“That better?” he said.

I nodded. There was another long silence.

He reached over for my wrist and laid my hand on his chest. “Go ahead, Dean, you said you wanted to feel my muscles,” he said.       

Suddenly I was awash with courage, and I was all over him. I spread my hand out across his wide chest, digging my fingers into the solid muscles.  His tits were turgid against my palms.  I ran my hand down his stomach, trailing my fingers over the hillocks of his ab muscles and the indentations in between.  My excitement knew no bounds from simply touching his warm, muscular body; I wasn’t sure I could contain myself when I finally touched his manhood.  I was keenly aware of the two dozen young boys spread out in tents all around us. One of them could come to CJ’s tent at any moment. I was especially concerned about his son.  I didn’t mention the boy specifically, but I asked him about it.

“What if one of the boys comes to your tent?” I asked.

“I would have to unlace it and unzip it from the inside.  That would give you time to get your clothes on and put the lantern out,” he said. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here.”

I could see his cock getting bigger, swelling and stretching down over his massive thigh, then lifting as it hardened. I was awed by it; almost afraid to touch it. I watched his big hand wrap around the base and lift it up. It pulsated through his fist, longer than before. I was mesmerized, gulping down the spit that was overflowing my mouth.  His cock expanded his hand so his fingers no longer touched, the head swelled out the size of a baseball, and I wondered if I would be able to get my mouth around it. He pumped it a few times then let go of it, leaving it to jut out from his hard loins.  I swallowed, hard, loud; I was sure he heard me. His cock—Godd, it must be ten inches long—throbbed up from his loins, begging, demanding attention.  Then I saw the glistening of precome in the soft lantern light and I was nearly overwhelmed with desire to taste it. I didn’t understand the powerful attraction that had suddenly taken over; I only knew that I wanted this man, more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life.

I moved down on the sleeping bag, my eyes fixed on his huge cock, throbbing and quivering, beckoning me. I wondered how his wife took him.  When I was down far enough that I was face to face with his magnificent manhood, CJ shoved his left leg out then put his hand on my head to guide it down to his leg.  I lay my head on his thigh and reached for his cock. It throbbed in my fist as I drew it to my mouth.  I wet my lips and slid them around the head and CJ hunkered forward to drive it in several more inches, till the head was pressing against the back of my throat. I eased away, afraid he might choke me but he didn’t. When he felt the pressure of his cock against the back of my throat, he eased back too, and waited till I started sucking him, then he hunkered forward again and started fucking my mouth.  His precum flowed copiously and tasted wonderful.

“MMMmmnnnnn,” I moaned softly as I began sucking his cock.

“Not too much noise,” he cautioned me.

“I love your cock,” I whispered. “It’s so big. I hope mine gets this big.”

“Looks like you’re well on the way,” he said as he casually reached down and took hold of my cock.  “Yeah, I’d say well on the way. And you’ve still got some growing to do.”

I was stunned that he touched me there and quickly went back down on his cock to stifle what might have been a surprised squeal.  I was in heaven.  The first time having a cock in my mouth told me this was where I belonged, down between a man’s legs, servicing him as only another man could.  For a fleeting moment I wondered about the wisdom of my decision to go into the Marines.  Would I be able to resist all those hunky, horny military guys? Would they want me to?  I could see myself on my knees at night in the darkened barracks with a line of horny Marines waiting to get their cocks sucked.  A fantasy, of course.  Just one incident could get me discharged. I shrugged it off for the moment. That was a long way off and I had more intimate details to tend to.  I sucked CJ for a long time before I came up again.

“Am I doing all right?” I asked as I slurped the head of his cock.

“Do you think I would complain?” he said. “Hell, yes, you’re doing great.”

“Have you had many guys do this for you?” I asked.

“No. Only a few.”

“Ever any scouts?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

I wasn’t sure I believed him; there were just too many opportunities, and I surely wasn’t the first youth to have the longings I did for the hunky, muscular leader.

“They should give merit badges for this,” I said, trying to make light of it.

“If they do, you’ll earn yours easily,” he said.

“What else would I have to do to earn it?” I asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, you would’ve already earned your first degree badge for cocksucking,” he said.  “To earn the second degree, you would have to take my load in your mouth.”

“How many degrees are there?” I asked.

“Three.”

“What would I have to do to earn the third degree?”

“Swallow,” he said.

“I wanta earn my third degree cocksucking badge tonight,” I said.

“Okay, get back to work on it,” he said, urging me back down on his cock.

I moved onto my hands and knees between his legs and began sucking him in earnest, as if I really were working to earn my cocksucking badge. I didn’t care about a badge, although I would wear it proudly if it existed; I just wanted to suck his cock.  I slurped on the head and moved my mouth down the shaft, trying each time to loosen my throat a little more.  I wanted to take him all the way so bad, and I wondered if there would be an additional stripe or star on the badge if I managed to swallow his cock down to his balls.  I wondered fleetingly again about going into the Marines. With this world suddenly opened up to me, would I be able to keep myself in check around all those other hunky males.  Or would there be marines so horny that they would keep their mouths shut if I connected with them.

“Geezusss, you’re gonna earn a third degree cocksucking badge with gold stars,” CJ said huskily as he thrust his cock up into my mouth just as I went down.

“Uunngghhhh!” I choked as his cock thrust up into my throat.

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, but I clasped his butt so he wouldn’t retreat, and bore down hard with my mouth; his cock had burst into my throat, I was determined to go all the way down on him.  It was a struggle but I fought valiantly to control my gag reflex.

“Damn, Dean, you don’t have to do that,” CJ said, sounding shocked.

I moaned and shook my head as I struggled to work my mouth further down the thick shaft of his cock. The head felt like it was lodged way up in my throat and I pushed down hard to dislodge it.  It slid deeper and I went all the way down.

“Geezusss!” CJ swore softly.  “Fuck, I don’t believe you did that?” he gasped in disbelief.

I looked up at the surprised look on his face as he gaped down at where his cock used to be.  I worked my lips around the hairy base, as if to prove that it had indeed disappeared down my throat. I held onto him as long as I could, till my gag reflex won out, and I had to raise up.  I came off of his cock with a loud slurping noise and a gasp for air.

“Whew!  That is a big cock!” I gasped.

“You don’t have to keep trying to swallow it, just handle what you can,” he said.

He lay over sort of on his side with one leg cocked up and I stretched out with my head on his thigh again and began sucking him without worrying about trying to take him all the way. He lay with his head propped up, watching me and caressing my head and my shoulder.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned softly.

I nodded and kept sucking.

“You know what you’re gonna do to me,” he said.

I looked up at him without letting go of his cock.

“You’re gonna make me explode,” he said.

I rose up, stroking his cock with my fist. “I want it,” I said.

“You want my load?” he asked.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want you to shoot it in my mouth,” I said.

“Okay, but I’ll warn you, just in case you change your mind and want to get off of it,” CJ said.

“I won’t,” I said determinedly, and went back down on him.  I was heady with pure excitement. I felt like I was in a place I ought to be; a place I’d been looking for but didn’t realize it till now that I’d found it.  I felt like I was predestined to always be with a man and have a hard cock in my mouth. I thought of my best friend, Jack, and wondered if he’d ever done this; if he’d even thought about it.  Of course not. He was too macho studly to even have such thoughts, let alone act on them.  His thoughts of sex were about women.  I wondered again how I would fare in the Marines; or if they would even take me. I wondered if I would be able to hide my little secret so they would accept me. 

I moved my mouth up and down the tall shaft, slurping my tongue all around the head and trying harder each time to force the head through the opening of my throat. I half wished CJ would put his hands on my head and force me down on it, but of course he would never do that. I got off his cock and kissed down the shaft, down to his heavy balls. I lifted them in my hand and sucked one into my mouth. He let out a loud moan and I wondered if I’d hurt him but he didn’t stop me so I sucked on it and wallowed it around on my tongue. After a moment I popped it free and sucked the other one in. I was surprised when he reached down to work them both into my mouth at the same time. I would’ve never tried that on my own. I lay for a long time just mauling his balls and slurping them with my tongue. He seemed to like it a lot. He did a lot of squirming around and thrusting his loins in my face.  When he lifted his butt up and twisted his hips around, I found myself being attracted to the crack of his butt that I could see just under his balls. I wondered what lay hidden back under his balls; wondered if I should go there…if he would let me.  Somehow, there seemed to be something more private about his ass than his cock or balls….a forbidden portal, so to speak. Finally, I could no longer resist my curiosity.  I carefully popped his balls free of my mouth but kept kissing and licking them, hoping to make him want me to stay where I was. I lifted them and licked under them. He let out a little gasp and shoved his butt up higher with his legs spread wider.  I licked lower, till I was licking in the crack.  When he still didn’t stop me I nuzzled my face lower and kiss-licked further down into the crevice that separated his taut butt muscles.

Suddenly CJ muttered something like, “You want that?” and let his butt down and lifted his legs up high and wide apart so his butt was tilted up off the sleeping bag. “That what you want?” he asked as he pulled his butt apart.

“MMMnnnn,” I moaned as I buried my face in his parted buns.  Godd, did I ever want it! I had no idea why, what the attraction was….such a thing had never entered my mind, but his butt was so perfect and beautiful. I flicked my tongue around his hole, wetting the flurry of dark hair that guarded the forbidden portal. He groaned and I licked it harder.

“Aaahhhh,” he gasped, and clasped his fingers further in the spread crevice to pull his hole open for me. “Ohh, fuck, Dean, get your tongue in there.”

I shoved my tongue through the clenching hole to feel the soft, delicate tissue of his inner sanctum.  It had the feel of warm, soft velvet, and was so alive as it palpitated around my tongue. I force my tongue deeper, causing CJ to cry out.  I loved his ass! I think I loved his ass as much as I loved his cock, but my first ass tonguing experience was to be cut short.

“I’m getting close,” CJ said hoarsely. “And you said you wanted to try taking my load.”

I moved back onto his cock. I sucked him all the harder, to let him know that I’d heard him and was ready for him. He clamped his big hand over my head and got a handful of my hair. 

“You sure you wanta do this?” he asked.

I nodded and kept sucking.

“Okay, you want it…here it comes.”

I braced myself for the unknown.  I wondered if his semen would taste as good as his precum. His body lurched and shook and I could hear his breathing become ragged under his soft groans. His cock seemed to get harder, then it suddenly bolted steely-hard in my fist and the head ballooned out even larger.  The next instant his semen shot out of the wide piss slit and hit the roof of my mouth with great force. It was like a thick rope of the stuff that fairly splattered in my mouth, followed by another and another, till my tongue was covered with it and I could taste him. I think I squealed with excitement as I slurped his cock hungrily for the last moment of his climax.  He moaned, tossing his head back as I slobbered my tongue around the head of his belching cock.  I was amazed how much semen he was delivering into my mouth.  I never shot off that much. 

His climax, for me, was as exciting as any I had ever experienced, and suddenly I knew why. I had shot my load too. My cock was throbbing empty and my asshole was still tight from the palpitations.  I lay there with my chest heaving, my mouth full of come and warm cock, happier than I could remember ever being.  CJs fingers relaxed in my hair and I could hear his heart thumping.

“Damnnn!” he said quietly.

I couldn’t say anything with my mouth so full; I wasn’t ready to let go of his cock yet and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to with the mouthful of come. I was getting sort of used to the taste, but I didn’t know if I wanted to swallow it; didn’t know if I could.  There was so much of it, and it was thick.  But I hated to spit it out. It might seem like an insult, and it would be awkward to get up and unlace the tent to go outside. I continued to wallow his meaty cock around in his own warm semen.

“You need something to spit it out?” he asked hoarsely as he gave me his T-shirt.

I took it but I didn’t use it.  In that moment, I braved my courage and swallowed.  I was surprised how easily it went down, although I had to swallow several times. It just seemed the right thing to do, to make it complete. To spit out this man’s semen would have been insult.

“Awww, Dean,” CJ groaned. “Aww, man, you didn’t have to do that.”

I gulped a couple more times then pulled back off his cock.

“I wanted to,” I said.

“Godd, you are awesome,” he said, ruffling my hair.

I heaved a big sigh of satisfaction.  “Yeah, it was pretty awesome,” I said.

“Was that your first time?” he asked as he urged me up to lie beside him.

“Yeah.”

“That makes it even more awesome,” he said.

I kept swallowing to get the taste of his come out of my mouth.

“You need something to wash it down?” he asked.

“No,” I said.  I didn’t want him to think I didn’t like the taste of his come.

We lay together in the dark for several minutes before he spoke again.

“I’m sure gonna miss you,” he said.  He chuckled and added, “I’m gonna miss you even more, now.”

“I wish it could’ve happened sooner,” I said.

“It couldn’t have happened any sooner than it did,” CJ said. “You just turned eighteen a little bit ago.”

“If one of the other boys came into your tent, like I did……”

“I would send him right back out,” he cut in.  “No way am I going to let an underage boy sleep in my tent.”

“If one of them turns eighteen,” I said.

“That’d be a different story; I would have to consider the circumstances,” he said.  “Look, Dean, I wish we could sleep the rest of the night like this, but we can’t,” he said.

“I know,” I said as I rose up and searched for my clothes. It was pitch black out and the boys were all asleep so I didn’t bother putting them back on. “Listen, I…I messed up your sleeping bag,” I said, embarrassed to tell him.

“That’s okay, it’s not the first time,” he said,  “I’ll have it cleaned.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Thanks for everything.”

“See you in the morning,” CJ said, without getting up.  I guessed he wasn’t going to bother fastening his tent back up when I left.

I sneaked out of his tent, looking all around as if I expected to see the boys all standing outside their tents waiting for me to exit the scout leader’s tent in the middle of the night. I headed for my own tent, tucked back in a grove of saplings.  I tossed my clothes inside and went over to a tree to take a piss.  I jumped at the sound of a branch snapping underfoot.

“Hey.”

I jerked around to see Brandon, CJ’s son, coming up behind me.

“Geezuss, Brandon!” I hissed.  “You cut off my piss stream! What’re you doing out of your tent?”

He came right up beside me and I was shocked to see that he was naked, carrying his shorts and T-shirt in one hand.  What the hell was he up to?

“Were you and my dad jackin’ off or something in his tent?” he asked.

I gaped at him in disbelief; frightened disbelief. How could he know? The tent was tightly secured, and we hadn’t made that much noise; had we?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I challenged him indignantly. “You’d better not let your dad year you saying shit like that.”

“Were you?” he insisted.

“Go back to bed, Brandon,” I growled.

“I sure heard a lot of moaning and groaning, and somebody moaned, ‘I’m getting close.’  What was that all about?” he asked. Then he moved closer to me, so close that I could feel his body heat in the night chill.  I moved toward my tent and he followed me.  “Hey, it’s okay if you were…unless you were doing something more than jacking off.  Like giving him head or something. I know he wouldn’t be giving you head.”

I turned around, glaring at him.  “I’m only going to say this one more time, Brandon…go back to your tent and go to bed.”

“How about I go to bed in your tent?”

Geezusss, where did a fourteen year old get such balls!

“The assistant scoutmaster told you to go back to your tent.”

The voice, although not loud, boomed through the woods like a bullhorn.  Brandon turned around in total fright at the sound of his dad’s voice.  I was just as stunned, and frightened.  The boy didn’t move for a moment, just stood gaping at the formidable, very masculine figure of his naked father.

“I….I’m s-sorry, Dad.  I was just….”

“You were just causing trouble,” CJ cut in as he grabbed the boy by the arm as he was about to move past him.  “Whatever you think you heard wouldn’t be any of your business, so it wouldn’t be worth repeating.  Would it?” His voice was quieter now, and more menacing.

“No, sir.”

CJ let go of his son’s arm then and clasped his shoulder.  “Your turn will come, Son,” he said in a more gentle tone.  I could see the boy’s tenseness leave him. CJ urged him in closer and put is arm around him.  My breath came short as I gazed at the naked father and son standing tight together in the darkness.  “You understand, these things sometimes happen out here in the wilderness in the dark of night, when we’re all alone,” he went on.  “Just like I know it happens with you boys in your tents…doesn’t it?”

“W-what?” Brandon asked.

“You guys jack off, just like Dean and I were doing,” CJ said.  His open admission shocked me.  “You’ve done it yourself, with Cory, haven’t you? And probably some of the other boys.”

“Y-yes, sir,” the boy said.

“Maybe even jacked each other off,” CJ said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then let’s leave it at that, shall we?”  CJ said. “You know the rule, what happens out on a camping trip that ought not to be told, stays out here.”

“Yes, sir, Dad.”

“Then go back to your tent and we’ll see you in the morning.”

Brandon stepped around his dad and high-tailed it back to his tent.

“Whew!” I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry about it. He won’t say anything,” CJ assured me.

I just looked at him, still reeling from the incident and the way he’d handled it.

“You okay, Dean.  It’s okay, he won’t say anything to anybody. I know him.”

“I know, I…it’s just…what you said…about his turn would come.”

He smiled, then laughed.  “He wants to play with the big dogs. I was just letting him know his time would come, when he is one of the big dogs.  I told you, I would never let an underage kid in my tent. Not even my own son on one of these camping trips.”

I nodded, still reeling from the implications of his remark.

“You’d better get some sleep, too,” CJ said. “Tomorrow’s your last day as my assistant; I’m going to make it a rough one for you.”

I smiled and laughed.  “Not Marine rough, I hope,” I said.

“Why not? You wanta be a Marine, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I sort of thought I would learn how to be one in basic training,” I said.

“When you get back from basic, come see me,” he said.

“Yes, sir. I will.”

“There’s more,” he said.

“More, sir?”

“Yeah, more I wanta show you.  That is if some other big Marine don’t get hold of you first,” he said, chuckling softly.

“If he does….what should I expect?” I asked.

“You’ve heard of high and tight?  That’s how the Marines describe their haircuts.  The description fits your butt.  So you keep it high and tight for me, okay?”

The dawning of what he meant was gradual and I shivered in the night, not from the chill, but from the implication of what he was saying to me. It thrilled me.

“Yes, sir, I will.  I’ll keep it that way, for you.”

That was my last scout trip, but the story doesn’t end there. I joined the Marines, although I never ended up with my buddy, Jack Whitmore. We saw each other, though, right after I got out of boot camp; got together for a weekend pass. I think Jack was as impressed with me as I was him. I know he looked surprised when we were taking off our clothes to go to bed that night in the motel room. 

“Fuck, dude, the Marines did to you what they did to me,” he said with a big admiring smile as we both stood there in our briefs.

I took a cue from his remark and boldly shoved my shorts down and stepped out of them. “Well, maybe not quite as much,” I joked.  He knew I was talking about my cock and he shoved his shorts down too.  “Nope, not as much,” I said when his bigger cock swung into view.

Yeah, we slept together, naked…had to, there was only one bed…but, no, nothing happened, except a few brushes of muscle against muscle in our sleep but each time one of us moved away.

I called CJ to invite him to my graduation from basic training, not really expecting him to come, but I thought I ought to invite him.  I asked my parents too but they didn’t want to make the drive. CJ came.  I thought he had driven down for the day; was I ever surprised when he told me he had a motel room, and could I get a pass. Shit, I felt myself getting warm and I knew my face must be flushed.  It was; because CJ laughed.

“Getting hot and bothered, there, Marine?” he asked quietly with a soft chuckle.

That made me even more embarrassed.  I hadn’t had sex with any other guy except CJ, and hadn’t even given it much thought, being so busy with training.  Hell, I hadn’t had real sex with anybody, or anything, except twice with my hand, both times out of desperation.  I lay in my bunk, under the blankets with one knee cocked up so nobody would see the motion of me jacking off.  I shot my load in my hand, the only place I knew to put it, then I lay there wondering what I was going to do with it.  I couldn’t get up and go to the head carrying a handful of cum, and I sure as hell couldn’t wipe it on the sheets and leave a crusty stain.  I did the only thing I could; I ate it.  I ducked under the blankets and slurped the stuff out of my palm then licked my hand clean.  I did it a second time and decided I’d better not take the chance again.  All I needed was to get myself pegged as a cum-eater; I would have guys lined up down the middle of the barracks, waiting for me to suck their cocks.

I told CJ I would try to get a pass, but there was no guarantee. He said he would wait around at the visitor’s center.  I went to the first sergeant and asked for an overnight pass; told him my parents were there and I would like to spend some time with them.  He scowled and thought about it for moment then said okay, but I was going to owe him big time.  I called CJ to come pick me up.

He picked me up and took me to get something to eat, then stopped and picked up two six-packs of cold beer to take back to the motel with us. I wasn’t old enough to drink but that didn’t matter to me if it didn’t matter to him. 

“You can drink beer if you’re not driving,” he told me.

The motel he was staying at was one of the GI motels just off the base, where guys met their wives or girlfriends, or took girls they picked up at one of the bars located just off base.  We started to get out of the car when CJ paused, with his hand on the door.

“I, uh…didn’t ask, and it’s not something I should be asking my assistant scoutmaster, but you’re a Marine now…did you want to pick up a couple of women?” he asked.

“You would do that?” I asked, surprise, because of his wife.

“I don’t make a habit of it, but yeah, I would do that, with you, if you want to,” he said.

“Not unless you do,” I said.

He smiled and laughed and I saw his washboard abs dance under his thin T-shirt.  “Well, that’s not what I had in mind,” he said.  “I can pick up women at home.”

“Okay,” I said. I knew what he had in mind and I was glad; I was looking forward to getting on his big cock again, and getting my hands on his hard muscles. I felt tingly just thinking about it as we walked to the door. Fuck, it would be great to have my hands on warm, solid muscle again. I was surprised to see candles on the two nightstands, and what looked like might be sex toys spread out on a towel on one stand.

“Make yourself comfortable,” CJ said as he lit the candles.

“This is nice,” I said as I loosened my tie.

CJ looked at me with a tight, knowing grin.  “Some big stud Marine didn’t already get hold of you, did he?” he asked.

“Oh, no,” I said.  “It’d be too risky.”

“And this is the first time you’ve been off base in twelve weeks?  You saying you haven’t had sex for twelve weeks?” he asked.

“Well….twice, sort of,” I said, looking rather sheepish.

“How do you sort of have sex?” he asked as he handed me a beer. He knew, but he was pressing me to say it.

I took a long swig while I decided how I would answer that.  Be up front, I decided.  “I jacked off a couple of times in my bunk, under the covers,” he said.

“I hope to kiss your ass, it was under the covers,” he said, laughing. “But didn’t that leave a big stain that you had to explain?”

“No.  No, I…I took care of it…another way,” I said, knowing I was going to have to explain.

“How?”

I laughed, shaking my head.  “I shot in my hand,” I said, still knowing that wasn’t going to be enough for CJ.

“And?  What’d you do, lay there and hold it all night?” he asked as he peeled off his T-shirt.

I took me a second to answer, not because I didn’t know how; the guy took my breath away, revealing his muscular upper body.  “No, I…I ate it,” I said.

He roared with laughter.  “Damn, son, you must’ve been desperate,” he said.

“I was.”

“Well, you won’t have to do that now, at least not for this weekend, and maybe you can get caught up, make up for lost time,” he said.

“Fuck, I hope so,” I said.

He had his boots unlaced and was stepping out of them at the same time he was undoing his jeans.  I did the same.   I shed my pants as he was taking off his jeans and we stood there in our shorts, looking at each other.

“Just so you know…this is gonna be different than the last time, in my tent,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, not fully understanding what he meant.

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ Marine now, you’re not my assistant….guess you could say you outrank me.  I’m gonna respect that rank.

“Oh. Okay.”  I still didn’t understand till he pulled me in tight against him and kissed me!  What the fuck!  I was stunned, even reared back I think, but he had me tight in his muscular arms, smashed against his bare muscles and I soon relaxed and actually started kissing him back. It was awesome!  I’d never even thought of kissing another guy, but this was hotter than kissing any girl.  Shit, tongues in each other’s mouths, sucking tongues, biting lips, swapping spit…fuck, I was getting hard fast, and I could feel he was too.  In truth, I had never gotten hard from kissing a girl, and now I knew why. My kisses were meant for a man.

He broke away from the waist up with a heave of breath and a chuckle, still held us tight together from the waist down. 

“You trying to tell me something?” he asked with a smile as he smashed his loins hard against mine, our hard cocks against each other.  “Feels like you’re glad to see me.”

“I guess I am,” I said.

He reached down between us and felt my cock. “Damn!  Feels like the Marines added an inch or two,” he said.

“No, not that much,” I said.  “I guess I did grow a little more though.”

He stepped back from me and shoved his hand down inside my shorts, grasping my cock.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.  Then he removed his hand and peeled my shorts down my thighs, below my knees till they fell and I stepped out of them. My cock was standing upward, throbbing, and ball juice was oozing out the head.

“Shit, Marine, I don’t know whether to stand and salute it or get down on my knees and suck it,” CJ said.

I was taken aback by his remark; it must’ve showed when I blinked with surprise. CJ laughed.

“I told you it was gonna be different,” he said, as he went to his knees in front of me, looking up at me. “I said I’m going to respect your rank.”

I stood there with my mouth open, gaping down at him as he wet his lips and opened his mouth…real wide…fuck, he was gonna take my cock in his mouth!…CJ was gonna suck my cock!!  He pulled it down from its upward angle and guided it to his mouth.

“Uuuuhhnnnnnnn!” I moaned as he slid his lips around the head.  He slurped around it, lashing his tongue along the tender underside.  “AAHHH! Ohhhh, Fuck!”  I cried out, clenching my fists.

He rose up, fisting my wet cock  “I don’t know how good I’m gonna be at this.  You’re a hell of a lot bigger than Brandon,” he said.

It took a second for it to soak in. Brandon….his son! I gaped at him, my mouth open.  “B-Brandon?….y-your s-son?” I stammered.

“Yeah,” he said taking more slurps at my cock.

“But you said….you said you would never…..”

“Oh, we never did anything,” he was quick to say.  “I happened to walk up on him and Josh Brown…..”

“Yeah, I remember Josh,” I said.

“Well, they had gone swimming and they were coming out of the lake, playing grab ass, and they grabbed hold of each other and didn’t let go.  Next thing I know, they’re both hard and jacking each other off.  Brandon tried to get Josh to go down on his knees, but Josh wouldn’t do it. I stood behind the tree and watched them till they shot all over each other, then they went back in swimming to wash it off.”

“That must’ve been hot,” I said.

“Not as hot as this,” he said, slurping my cock again. Then he went back down on me.

“Awwwwh, Fuck, CJ, I can’t believe you’re doing this!” I moaned.

“You got it coming,” he said, looking up at me while he licked and fisted my cock.  “And it’s not a freebie,” he added with a sly grin.

“What’d you mean?”

“I never fucked a Marine before,” he said, still grinning.

“And you think you’re going to now?” I asked smartly

“We’ll see,” he said. “Won’t we?”

I didn’t think much more about it and he never said anything more; like I thought he was just kidding around with me.  But that was before he’d worked his long, thick finger up into my ass and had me dancing around on his hand at the same time he was sucking my cock.  My legs started shaking and he urged me back across the bed while he kept sucking my cock and fingering my asshole. He had me seeing cross-eyed and seeing stars. 

“Ohh, Goddd, CJ!…what’re you doing to me!  What is that you’re touching up in there?”

He just laughed softly around my cock and kept doing it.  He had me so close to coming so many times my head was spinning.  I was humping his hand….fucking myself with his finger.  Then it was two fingers and twice the pleasure as my asshole was stretched.  I barely noticed that he’d crawled up on the bed, between my legs. 

“I think you’re ready, Dean,” he said.

“Ready for what?” I moaned.

“For something bigger than my fingers,” he said.

Oh, Godd, he was gonna do it!  He was going to fuck his Marine. I couldn’t let that happen. “No,” I said.  “No, man, I don’t think so,” I said.

He laughed, then pulled his fingers out of my ass, still sucking my cock.

“Ohhh….oh, man, you didn’t have to stop that,” I groaned.

“You want some more of that?” he asked with a soft chuckle, and shoved a finger back inside me, but only one, and not as deep as before. 

“Ohhh, yeah,” I gasped.  “Ohhh, yeah, but go deeper...do what you were doing before….use two fingers and go deeper, find that spot again.”

He probed around but with only one finger, and he didn’t touch the spot that was driving me nuts before.

“Use both fingers,” I said, squirming around on his hand. But he didn’t.

“Can’t find it,” he said as he poked around inside my ass.  Suddenly he did find it, and I came right up off the bed.

“AWWWhhhh!  Ohh, fuck, you did!” I yelled. But just as quickly as he found it, he lost it and I died a little from pure wanton lust.  Suddenly I realized he was just fucking around with me; teasing me.  Taunting me.  And working me.  He acted like he was trying to find it again and I was squirming around, trying to help him connect. But it wasn’t happening, on purpose.

“Maybe if I used something bigger,” he murmured as he hunkered up closer so I felt his cock touching my butt.

I didn’t want to get fucked…really, I was scared…but he had me so hot and worked up, I think I would’ve let a stallion mount me at that desperate moment in my life.  So when he hunkered in tight between my thighs, I lifted my legs up in an open invitation.  I don’t know why, or how I found the courage; it was almost as if my legs raised of their own volition.  He used some spit and the next thing I knew I felt the hot head of his cock parting my buns.  I might have tensed up or something and he shoved his fingers back in my ass and began massaging that spot again, and that did it for me.  In my lust stupor I found myself pulling my legs higher and tilting my butt up for him.  I pulled my legs up against my chest. It was like my brains had abandoned me and my body was inviting him to plunder it.  Which he did; in spades.

He worked me with his fingers for a moment longer till I was about ready to scream, then he replaced them with his cock. I was only vaguely aware that he was going in me till I felt the head of his cock buried deep inside my ass. It happened so damned fast I couldn’t believe it was happening, that I was loosing my virginity.  He mumbled something like, “Fuck, you’re taking it like a stud Marine,” and buried his cock to the hilt; I could feel the weight of his balls against my butt. I started to cry out from the pain, but I think I was too damned surprised by it all and no sound came out.  He held me tight, buried deep for a moment till I got used to it and I got my second surprise at how the pain suddenly vanished and all I was feeling was hot, throbbing cock sliding back and forth through the lining of my ass.

“Ohhhh!” I moaned with surprise.  “Ohhh, fuck…Awww, CJ…I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“I’m doing it, stud,” he said.

“No, I can’t believe how incredible it feels,” I gasped.

He laughed and rose up over me, tilting me higher, bending me in half, then bore down hard on me, like he was trying to nail me to the mattress. I was finding it harder to breath, I thought from being in the cramped position, but the harder he fucked me, I realized he was literally fucking my breath out of me. 

“Ohh, Godd…Ohh, Goddd, CJ…awww…ohhh, yesss, fuck me! Godd, I never thought I’d be saying that.”

“Say it again,” he said, smiling down at me, as he lunged at me.

 “Fuck me.”

“Say it again.” He lunged at me again, harder.

“Aww! Fuck me!” I cried out.

“Again!”

“FUCK ME!  FUCK ME, CJ!  Awwwhh!…Ohhh!…Ohh, Godd, you’re fuckin’ me crazy!”  Suddenly my head was spinning and I seeing stars. He was fucking me crazy!  I was on a roller coaster of emotions…gonna cum!…can’t help it…don’t wanta shoot yet….but can’t hold off!…Oh, Godd….it's cumminng!   “Awwwwhhhhh…Awww, CJ, Godd, don’t stop, I’m cummin’!” I cried.

I heard him chuckle again as he picked up his pace even more.  His pile driver plunges so deep in my ass turned into jackhammer pounding thrusts.  The bed rocked and creaked and my head banged against the headboard. I clawed at the sheets; I grabbed the headboard; I clung to CJ’s broad shoulders; I needed something to hold onto so I wouldn’t sail off into some oblivion.

“Ohh, Godd, I c-can’t…I can’t cum!” I whimpered as the pressure built up but wouldn’t release.  “Ohh, Fuck, CJ, I wanta cum so bad….but I can’t!  It won’t come! Fuck me harder!”  I was almost in tears now.

“You’ll come,” he growled as he suddenly pulled his cock out of me and shoved two or three fingers inside my ass.  He found the spot that drove me nuts—I would learn later that it was my prostate—and began massaging it roughly.  I nearly screamed, and clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.

“Come, baby,” he said.  “Come on, give it to me…shoot it Son, Daddy wants your load!”

I’d never willed anything more in my life.  I’d never wanted anything more in my life.  My prostate ached, he was rubbing it so hard, and I thought I might explode from inside.  Finally, suddenly, something happened.  There was a violent vibration deep inside me; he wasn’t touching my prostate, but it was quivering uncontrollably…and then the dam broke.  The trigger tripped, and I was trembling through the most awesome, incredible climax I’d ever experienced. I knew it was finally happening when I felt warm, thick semen splatter on my forehead; knew it for certain when the next one hit me right in my mouth as I was gasping with pleasure.  Several more thudded against the headboard, and another in my mouth.  Within a minute, I was drenched in my own semen, from my forehead, all over my face, on my neck, and down across my chest and stomach.  I thought vaguely that part of it had to be CJ’s load; I couldn’t possibly be shooting off so much stuff.

I felt myself going weak all through my body.  My cock continued to throb violently, even after it had emptied my balls, and I was fading off.  I felt my hands slip from the headboard and was barely aware of CJ hovering up over me, kissing my neck, and I thought he was licking my come off. Then I was gone.

I came to with CJ sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping my face with a cold wash cloth. He smiled then chuckled when I opened my eyes.

“W-what the hell…h-happened?” I managed to say.

“Nothing.  Except you just blew the biggest load ever,” he said. “Fuck, it should’ve been recorded in the Guinness Book.”

“I remember it hitting me in the face and hitting the headboard,” I said.

“You whitewashed yourself, the bed and the wall,” he said, laughing. “I think it’s gonna leave stains on the wall.”

I was suddenly awash with not so good a feeling, and CJ saw it on my face.

“What’s the matter, Fucker,” he asked.

“I don’t know, CJ, I…..”  I let my words linger.

“Don’t know what?” he asked as he rubbed his hand over my stomach.

“I just don’t know if….well, if it’s supposed to feel so good….I mean, a guy getting his ass fucked. Is it?”

“You tell me, Fucker,” he said. 

“Aww, shit, I thought the top of my head was gonna blow off,” I said.

“Well, if it felt that good, I guess it was supposed to,” he said. “Hey, don’t let yourself get all fucked up in the head over it,” he went on. “I know, you’re a big, tough Marine, and you think Marines aren’t supposed to turn their tails up for a big, stiff cock.  Well, don’t forget, Dean, I’m a Marine, too.”

“And did you…..?” I started to ask.  “You never told me……”

“No, I couldn’t tell that to a young, virgin assistant scout master,” he said.  “But you’re not a virgin assistant scout master now.  So, yeah, I turned my butt up for a couple of buddies when I was still wearing the uniform. Or after they took it off of me, I should say.”

“Aww, CJ, I can’t believe that,” I said.

“You couldn’t believe anything could feel so good, either,” he said.  “But if you need proof…….”  He let his words linger.

“What, you’ve got pictures?” I scoffed, jokingly.

“No, live proof,” he said.

I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but I blinked at the idea that was in my head. “Aw, CJ, are s-saying…t-telling me you’d let me…fuck you?” I stammered. 

“I will now,” he said.

“What do you mean, now?” I asked.

“The only cocks that have been privileged to stretch my tight hole have been attached to big stud Marines.  And you’re one of those now.”

“Aww, mann, you’ve got that right…the privilege part,” I said. “Can we do it now?” I asked eagerly.

“Why do you think I came down here for your graduation?” he said, smiling broadly. 

“You mean you came to my graduation just to let me fuck you?”

“I came down here to take you through your rite of passage,” he said. “So, come on, let’s go get showered and see if you’ve got anything left in that big cannon of yours,” he said as he pulled me up off the bed.

I followed him into the bathroom and stepped in the shower with him when he had the water adjusted.  He took the soap and started soaping up my back for me. 

“Do you think anything like this might ever happen between you and Brandon?” I asked.  “It’s none of my business, of course, but I’m just curious.”

“I don’t know.  We’ll play that by ear,” CJ said.  “But if you see your old buddy, Jack Whitmore…tell him I said hi.”

Something in his tone made me look around at him. He was smiling, a sly, knowing smile, and I blinked with surprise.

“No, CJ….are you saying….no, you’re not….you and…Jack?!”

He laughed.  “I saw him on the street right after he left the recruiter’s office. He told me he’d signed up and I invited him to my place for a beer to celebrate.”

“He never told me any of this,” I said, still reeling from shock.

“No. And he told me not to breathe a word of it to you.  But I figure it’s okay now….you’re both Marines and you’ve both been initiated.”

“Don’t tell me…you didn’t…fuck Jack, did you?” I asked in total disbelief.

“No, sorry to say, it never got that far. He just wasn’t ready at the time. But he sure squirmed and thrashed around on my fingers when I was sucking him.  I figure by now, he’s probably ready to find out what that was all about, if he hasn’t already.  Did you and Jack ever mess around when you were kids?”

“No,” I said. 

“Well, next time you see him….let’s just say you guys oughta have a real good time together.”

The End  

Posted: 11/20/09