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[CGHJ]

So I'm sitting at my computer Sat afternoon, working on my new site, when suddenly there's a knock at the door.

Now, my pad is fairly secluded, so it's not often that anyone finds their way back here to knock. I was in fact a little worried that it was a utility guy come to shut something off 'cuz I'd forgot to pay a bill or somesuch.

No, when I opened the door it was my old friend "S" the Marine, back from Iraq.

S was one of the first Marines I ever met when I moved here. This was over a year ago. He has a friend, K, and we used to hang out and get drunk.

Both of them have the hots for me, and are worried that the other one will find out. It's cute.

I met them in the Marine bar, and like so many Marines we ended up talking and bullshitting, then drinking together. The next week I saw them again at a stripper show at this same bar. If you look back over my entries you'll see that much later on this bar had a stripper pole installed and one night some Marines made me work it...this was much earlier, before the pole. And the girls were not that hot. But we ended up becoming friends, then going to Denny's, then going to Las Vegas, all that same night. We spent the whole day at Rhinos stripclub, which was actually alright cuz it was dark and the chairs were super comfy, a cool, if expensive place to chill.

K spent the entire time making the raunchiest gay jokes and references ("I know you want to bend over and take it, you'd love to have my cock up your ass wouldn't you?" on and on). Initially it freaked me out a bit, 'cuz we were talking dirtier than I ever did with any guy in the Castro. And then I realized that if I just ran with it, I'd get to talk dirty gay sex talk with a hawt straight Marine. Besides, it wasn't scary talk, like "I'm gonna break you faggot" or anything, it was more like "You're gonna suck my cock/that'll be hard to do with my dick up your ass/that's alright, I probably won't even feel it/oh you'll feel it, you'll be calling out my name" and so on. The whole time. I'm hard just thinking about it.

Good times. Then they got shipped off to Iraq. I just found out they were in Fallujah the whole time. I'm glad I didn't know or I would've been worried...I haven't heard all the details from K yet but I know that S got shot at and had a bicycle explode by his convoy. I'm just glad they're back in one piece.

So anyway, it's been about a year since I've seen either of them, and here's S on my doorstep. And he's hot. And I have tons of gay porn all over my computer...so I suggest we head out for a drink to catch up.

We get to the bar and I offer to pay for the first round. Of course he wants to pay for my beer (I'm asking you, how many other pornographers have the Marines buying them drinks?). I tell him to put his money away, and he gets suspicious and asks why? I tell him it's 'cuz he's gonna have to put out for it later. He smiles and says, "That's what I thought."

So we get to drinking, and it's clear that he's missed me (and I mean aside from the fact that that's the last beer I had to pay for that evening). He also wants me to move into this duplex so we can live next to each other and barbecue together. OK sure.

We're putting back beers, and...regrettably I'm fuzzy on this part...at some point he's talking about how horny he his, and then in a remarkable conversation switch he starts telling me about how he ended up in [my town] that day, and was like, "Hey, I wonder if I can find Joe's place." It's hard to find and he didn't have my phone # anymore, so that was actually a tall order. If I'd have been thinking faster I could have turned that to my advantage ("You were horny so you decided to look me up?")...but I now knew what I needed to know. I decided to mention the last time we'd talked.

It was 3 am one night. I had just wrung out every last drop of cum from my already over-worked wang, and had just taken a cold pill to help me sleep, when S called. He was alone, and drunk, was about to leave the bar with no girls, and wanted to know if he could come over. And me being 100% un-horny and medicated, I said no. Or rather, I said you can if you want to but I'll be asleep. It wasn't until about 20 minutes after I hung up and he had surely already passed though the gate that I realized...I had a hot, drunk, and horny Marine calling me at 3 am wanting to come over alone, knowing full-well that I'm about to crash. There's just one reason why he would be doing that.

So I brought that up again...mentioned that I regretted not having him come over that night. He remembered it exactly. There's just one reason why a guy would remember something like that from a year ago. Give it another shot, S...next time I'll say yes.

 

[CGHJ]

So, we bust on to another bar after that...in fact, we head to the Marine Bar. I lost him for a time there, but was immediately surrounded by a whole passel of Marines, so it was OK.

After that we headed to another bar, I forget why. I was happy though, as this other bar had more hot Marines. And I mean HAWT. Fuck! there was this one guy walking around with a cowboy hat on, and it looked totally right on him. It was amazing, almost a parody of what a hoawt Marine would look like. I could have just started jerking off right there.

Then it was Last Call. By which time, S had picked up this old chick and was bringing her back with us.

He always does this. He's Lance Corporal MILF-Fucker. Luuuuvs the older women. Some random girl in the bar actually came up to me and tried to get me to warn him off her, cuz not only was she old but she was not that great looking even when she was young. She was old enough to be a MILF, and in fact it turned out she had kids older than him, but she was not anyone I'd like to fuck, that's for sure. And I had my chance, too, since S passed right out as soon as we got back to my pad, and I was left talking to her for the next few hours. Luckily S took off his shirt first.

The next day when we all woke up (late), we got to talking about the porn biz. Apparently the Old Girl knows lots of horny Devil-May-Care Girls, both young and old. That's all I need to hear. Girls = Draw for Marines. I'd be filming regular fuck vids, but you guys would see an edit that was almost all-Marine. I hope that works out...even though I'm not sure how used-up these girls she knows might be...I'll be pointing my camera primarily at the Marines (including S, who wants to make a whole series of 'em and will fuck anything) so I don't care.

Cross your fingers for me guys, that that works out...cuz girls = Marines. And then everyone will be happy.

That was all Saturday/Sunday...S brought K over last night. Both of them, I just get that vibe. I know. S is very straight, he'll fuck any girl, but is the type of guy that's just permanently horny and would take a fuckbuddy if it was available, and I'm fairly sure he's already decided that if the chance comes up with us he's going there. He hints at it a lot, and ironically it's me that holds back, cuz although he's very hot, he's not my kind of hot. It's weird cuz every time I look at him I can't help thinking, "Whoa, hot Marine!". He's very playful and cool, and highly sexual...I'm sure it would be fun. But I just don't know. Plus I'm holding out for K.

K is straight-up curious. My GAYDAR sez he's at least 90% straight, but he has no idea how cute or how cool he is. He's...imperfectly hot, if that makes any sense. The eyes don't quite line up perfectly, the hair doesn't quite lie down flat. And he's still young enough (21) to be getting over his zits. He comes off kinda gangly and he dresses in baggy clothes cuz he's self-conscious, which just makes him cuter in my eyes. The cute parts are really cute, especially the piercing blue eyes and adorable smile. He's also got a killer sense of humor and we can talk about stuff for hours. He never talks about girls but it seems to me more because he's shy than gay. My GAYDAR is sharp, sharp enough to tell that he's interested, even though he's not gay. What he's thinking is, "If I'm ever gonna try it, assuming it can't be with my buddy S, I hope it's Joe." Joe hopes so too, and will be working hard to make that possible.

They both had duty the next morning, so it was just a short visit, but K didn't really seem to want to go. Both of them kept giving me these looks...that intense look that I know so well, when you know you're in. And when I was giving K his final handshake, I swear he was about to lean in to hug me. I hate hugging, so I sorta blocked him...the irony. But the intention was duly noted...as were his incredibly large, powerful hands. And how he lingered at the screen door...he's nice, I like him.

 

[CGHJ]

There's been a uniquely interesting development. I have no idea whatsoever what the next few weeks will bring.

OK, so...S (see previous post) is getting married. It's a contract marriage, it's just some girl he knows. She's moving here and once they're married he gets extra money and a housing allowance.

Until then, she'll be staying at my place.

They'll be over in just a little bit.

I'm not exactly sure how this is going to affect my activities. The billing company is taking their own sweet time setting up my box (geek speak for "server") for my new site. It's ready to upload, I'm not really sure I want to be working on it in front of her.

I'm not really sure how this is going to affect me being on cam, or spending all damn day posting on JUB. My place is really small...my bed is in the living room and doubles as the couch. The "office" where you see me cumming on my cam is actually just separated from the living room by a freestanding plywood closet. There's no doors to lock except the front door. the bathroom door closes but that's it.

Sounds like a pain in the ass, right? Why am I putting up with this, right?

Because they're paying me back by having sex and letting me tape it. Yes, she absolutely knows that I'm a pornographer. And if she's at all cute, I'd rather work the possibility of getting a bunch of tapes of S and his chick screwing. He's all about it, and says she is, too. He has promised me that I will get sex tapes out of this.

In fact, he wants to start his own site, and I'm inclined to do that. I'm thinking of a husband-and-wife site, the husband being a hot marine dude. I'm thinking, husband and wife and I will take swinging roadtrips. I'm thinking, I'll tape the wedding, and the honeymoon. I'm thinking, I'll split the site in two...one side for straight guys that want to see her and her friends, and one for gay guys and str8 girls that want to see him and his friends.

I'm thinking, I can get her to help with marine auditions. The lack of a girl involved, and the need to pay for a girl to be involved, was one of my major sticking points. If I can get her to run the camera, or at least be there for inspiration, it'll be no problem to get guys in to audition. Finally. She sounds like the type that might enjoy getting marines to jerk off for her. If I can get her to run the camera, or show off...I can use her as man-bait.

This girl, she sounds pretty cool, hopefully she's cute...S has a bad track record of knowing when a girl is appealing--that boy will fuck anything that has tits--so we'll see.

I might not get much chance to post or blog for the next few weeks, although I'll certainly check in as I get the chance. I'm sure my own cam time will be limited, but It'll definitely be worth checking the cam still, as S and his buddy K will be over here lots so you'll prolly catch them on there. And as soon as there's hot Marine ass to show you y'all will be the first to know.

This is either gonna work out great, or be a complete disaster. We'll find out shortly I guess...S just called from the airport and they'll be here soon.

I'm glad I already jerked off today.

 

[CGHJ]

So she's here. S dropped her off and had to go back to work (suck!). He'll be back soon and we're going to start drinking and heavily.

She's a sweet young thing. Not very bright, but good tempered. The phrase "fresh off the bus" comes to mind. from Missouri so there's a little accent...I'm originally from Missouri so it both reminds me of home but unfortunately it also reminds me of home, if you catch me.

We got to talking about the porn thing. She loves military guys, loves 'em (I know the feeling). She's a wild child, apparently back home there were parties where all the girls ended up naked. She loves to go out to bars and clubbing and such, and she's going to be my agent out and about town getting guys and girls.

I was hoping that I'd be able to do a series based on their wedding, or at least get some basic videos out of them. I know S is up for it. She's super self-conscious though.

She's not against the porn part at all, she's just super-aware of her big-ol stretch marks in the child-bearing area. they're definitely something to be aware of, she'd have to wear a teddy or something. Or creative camerawork. It can be done though, and I'm mainly interested in taping him as he fucks her anyway.

When I was telling her about it she seemed very interested. S is verrrrrry persuasive, and has a golden toungue for sure.

Meanwhile as I say, S is coming back here after work and we're all going to get seriously ploughed. Now, as sex- crazed as S is, this means that at least he and the girl are doing it tonight, hopefully I get to tape it. I have a sneaking suspicion that he wants a three way, and that she would say yes. What the fuck is going to happen tonight? I bet it gets freaky, I can just feel it. I hope K comes too. Three guys on one girl, with both of the other guys being curious about me...

One thing I will say for her...she's very tolerant, especially of gays. She has a gay uncle that lives in West Hollywood, she was very clear that she's cool with gays, more than that, she thinks they're fun fun fun. For a girl from a little tiny town in Missouri to say that, that's heartening to me.

 

[CGHJ]

I'm going to have to do this in parts.

S shows up, and we immediately commence to drinking. Not 2 beers later, S is shirtless, and then he's trying to take off his shorts. His girl, B, is a little freaked by her boyfriend trying to get naked at his buddy's house, so she is trying to get his shorts back on. I want to make sure this doesn't happen, so I drop my pants as well to make sure he knows that it's cool to be naked at my house. That's all he needs to see and his shorts come right off as well, and we're standing there naked.

I've wanted to see him naked for a long time. I know this goes without saying, but it's been a long time coming and I'm stunned to see it in front of me for real. He's so much hotter than I had even thought he would be.

He's masculine, thick and muscular but totally proportional. Lightly hairy, with a light dusting of chest hair. His chest is broad and his body tight. Muscular but not overly so, just right. Thick arms and legs, and the round, muscular bubble-butt of a man that marches a lot. He's got a serious farmer's tan, everything but his face and arms are milky white, almost like a redhead would be, only his hair is reddish brown. He's all man, all Marine, all hawt, and all naked. Oh yeah, and a gorgeous thick dick swinging between his powerful thighs. What an amazing sight. He tells me to grab the video camera.

He brings B out to my bed, where he and B start fooling around, then having sex. It's so awesome seeing my bro's hard dick and tight balls bouncing right in front of me. I'm taping the whole thing--in NiteShot because B is shy--holding the camera in one hand and my dick in the other. I'm not making a professional video, I'm just taping my friends fucking so it's the first time I've ever been able to enjoy watching what was going on in front of me. And what's going on in front of me is one of my ultimate fantasies, watching a hawt Marine fuck his girl right in front of me. I grabbed some handjob lube and had a great time.

When he came, he pulled out and sprayed on her tummy. I dipped my fingers in it and used his cum as lube on my dick

Awhile into it, they decided to stop for a smoke break, so S just went out on my front porch. Naked. We both pissed outside, me in some bushes. This becomes important later on. I could swear he was watching me piss from behind.

I gave the camera to B, and had her tape us standing outside naked together. What you can't see is when I was rewinding the tape so S could see himself fucking...we were standing so close that the heat from his body was keeping me warm in the slightly chilly night air.

We're totally comfortable naked with each other. He comments on this, that other than the usual casual lockerroom nudity in the marines, he's never been comfortable naked around another guy before. Never just hanging around like we are now. We're just shooting the shit, like it's nothing. There is absolutely no shyness between us, or any weirdness. It's incredible.

We went back in and all climbed in bed together. I set the camera down, and taped myself jerking off as I watched them go at it. No, not hot at all. Not even a little bit. Oh mama.

Eventually the lateness and beer catch up with him, and he passed out. B couldn't believe it, that he would pass out on her. I checked to see if he was really out by tickling his nuts. Such a tight ballsack! But yes, he was out. We all passed out naked on the bed together.

Here's some caps. He's totally cool with you seeing these by the way...turns out he's a total exhibitionist. More on that later...

Believe me, we were just getting started.

 

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The next day we all woke up naked in bed together. S temporarily returned to being shy, and to my disappointment hastily put his pants on, and I got a "Whoa!" when he saw my naked ass. No worries. Patience.

We spent a day doing various things, S, B and myself. Unfortunately it's becoming clearer that B is kinda brainless and not very interesting. Neither is the town we live in, and in not much time we started drinking at my place agin. And of course it was not much time before S was naked and fooling around with B again.

There was so much sex last weekend, it's not even worth listing the details of any particular episode. In fact, so much happened, it completely slipped my mind that we went out to a bar, and I met my old buddies M and T out there (The Armani Marine and his buddy...check the blog from December/January). Last time I saw them they had come over to talk about starting up a site, and then they disappeared. Turns out they were freaked by the need for auditions, which I kinda figured. But they were happy to see me, and made me promise to call. And now that I have a girl to run the auditions...

Anyway, back to Saturday. They're fooling around again, and I've got the camera rolling again. I left my clothes on this time, I'm patient. You have to take things in steps.

S wants to take things up a notch and head out to a public place. We know just where to go, too: the local skate park. We had visited earlier during the day so S could ride his board a bit, now he's back to ride his broad a little. Unfortunately it's too dark and the video camera doesn;t pick up anything, not even with the NiteShot. It's just a little frustrating because of course I want to watch so bad, but of course again patience is the key. Also, it leaves me in a position to yell "Hey, how's it goin'" to the kid and his mom who walk up about 10 minutes into it. When the pop up it's obvious what's been doin' here, but at least the kid didn't walk in on the actual blowjob.

Not to be dissuaded, we taped him getting Road Head on the way home and into my driveway.

And then we decided to go out someplace really remote.

I took them out to the spot in the desert where I filmed my own outdoor masturbation video. And I told them exactly why i knew where it was. It doesn't even phase S at all that I'm making jerk-off videos, or that I come out to the remote desert to tape them. He just gets more and more awesome. but he's just getting started, he's about 10 times more awesome than that.

We park, way way way out in the middle of nowhere, they hit the back seat and start going at it.

Now, there is one issue. B has some kind of weird thing about the camera light being on. Even with the NiteShot it's too dark without the on-camera light to augment it. It's a very weak light, built in to the camera, that without NiteShot provides hardly any light at all. But it's too bright for her and she starts bitching. So much that S gets really pissed and says, "Fuck it, lets go home." i suggest that if she's not willing, we can tape each other fucking the Tera Patrick Futurotic Pussy and Ass.

He thinks this is a great idea. And I knew that he would, because there is so much sexual tension between us by now you can spread it like butter. We're in the phase where S is looking for good excuses.

When we get back to my pad, he steps right out of his clothes. I fucking love that. We head right for the fake pussy. I hand him some lube, and he starts to go to town on it. I'm taping the whole thing, of course.

Then he says it's my turn. I step out out of my clothes as easily as S stepped out of his. Of course with him standing next to me pointing a video camera at my dick, I got hard pretty fast. Actually fucking the fake pussy was something of a challenge...it's hard to get your positioning right. I looked at the footage later and he was zoomed right in on my dick.

When it was over I put on my clothes again, he left his off. Pretty soon he and B were at it again, I swear they're like rabbits. But once again she started getting freaked out by the video light. It was very frustrating, because one moment she'd be all for it, the next she'd go cold again. S was getting frustrated because he has big dreams of making a bunch of money doing porn, and she wasn't helping. So I suggested leaving her out of it. He was very receptive. He's a total exhibitionist and he loves jerking off in front of me so I was pretty sure he'd go for it.

Picture this, we're standing there, he's naked. He's so, so hot. He's talking about making money and how she won't be a part of it, and he says "You can just wait here while Joe tapes me jerking off in the bathroom."

I would have thought he'd rather have her be his inspiration while he jerked off...I had a sudden vision of him and me alone in the bathroom together, not needing any porn but just getting off on the thrill of me taping him. All I said was, "Sure."

I then backed off again. It'll be fine, he's coming back for more fun this weekend. He's not just OK with it, he really wants to do it, so a little delay will increase his anticipation. I'm OK with building to it. After all, my patience is paying off so far. When S showed up last Saturday I hadn't seen him in a year.

We talked some more about how comfortable he was around me. He mentioned that he had never been that comfortable with his body, so I took the opportunity to tell him how good-looking he was, by saying how happy I was as an adult producer to have a guy that looked like him. You could feel him glow.

It was late, and we were pretty much done. But instead of passing out, we just climbed into bed. I was like, "I don't want to be the only one with my clothes on," and stepped out of my shorts again. S rolled around to where he was next to me on the bed.

He had a CD of pics from Iraq which we put on the TV and watched as a slideshow. I have to say, there's something about watching a soldier's Iraq war photos, when said soldier is laying next to you and you're both naked. And said soldier thinks you're the most awesome guy in the whole world.

I'm happy.

The best is yet to come...

 

[CGHJ]

The next day we all woke up naked in bed together. S temporarily returned to being shy, and to my disappointment hastily put his pants on, and I got a "Whoa!" when he saw my naked ass. No worries. Patience.

We spent a day doing various things, S, B and myself. Unfortunately it's becoming clearer that B is kinda brainless and not very interesting. Neither is the town we live in, and in not much time we started drinking at my place agin. And of course it was not much time before S was naked and fooling around with B again.

There was so much sex last weekend, it's not even worth listing the details of any particular episode. In fact, so much happened, it completely slipped my mind that we went out to a bar, and I met my old buddies M and T out there (The Armani Marine and his buddy...check the blog from December/January). Last time I saw them they had come over to talk about starting up a site, and then they disappeared. Turns out they were freaked by the need for auditions, which I kinda figured. But they were happy to see me, and made me promise to call. And now that I have a girl to run the auditions...

Anyway, back to Saturday. They're fooling around again, and I've got the camera rolling again. I left my clothes on this time, I'm patient. You have to take things in steps.

S wants to take things up a notch and head out to a public place. We know just where to go, too: the local skate park. We had visited earlier during the day so S could ride his board a bit, now he's back to ride his broad a little. Unfortunately it's too dark and the video camera doesn;t pick up anything, not even with the NiteShot. It's just a little frustrating because of course I want to watch so bad, but of course again patience is the key. Also, it leaves me in a position to yell "Hey, how's it goin'" to the kid and his mom who walk up about 10 minutes into it. When the pop up it's obvious what's been doin' here, but at least the kid didn't walk in on the actual blowjob.

Not to be dissuaded, we taped him getting Road Head on the way home and into my driveway.

And then we decided to go out someplace really remote.

I took them out to the spot in the desert where I filmed my own outdoor masturbation video. And I told them exactly why i knew where it was. It doesn't even phase S at all that I'm making jerk-off videos, or that I come out to the remote desert to tape them. He just gets more and more awesome. but he's just getting started, he's about 10 times more awesome than that.

We park, way way way out in the middle of nowhere, they hit the back seat and start going at it.

Now, there is one issue. B has some kind of weird thing about the camera light being on. Even with the NiteShot it's too dark without the on-camera light to augment it. It's a very weak light, built in to the camera, that without NiteShot provides hardly any light at all. But it's too bright for her and she starts bitching. So much that S gets really pissed and says, "Fuck it, lets go home." i suggest that if she's not willing, we can tape each other fucking the Tera Patrick Futurotic Pussy and Ass.

He thinks this is a great idea. And I knew that he would, because there is so much sexual tension between us by now you can spread it like butter. We're in the phase where S is looking for good excuses.

When we get back to my pad, he steps right out of his clothes. I fucking love that. We head right for the fake pussy. I hand him some lube, and he starts to go to town on it. I'm taping the whole thing, of course.

Then he says it's my turn. I step out out of my clothes as easily as S stepped out of his. Of course with him standing next to me pointing a video camera at my dick, I got hard pretty fast. Actually fucking the fake pussy was something of a challenge...it's hard to get your positioning right. I looked at the footage later and he was zoomed right in on my dick.

When it was over I put on my clothes again, he left his off. Pretty soon he and B were at it again, I swear they're like rabbits. But once again she started getting freaked out by the video light. It was very frustrating, because one moment she'd be all for it, the next she'd go cold again. S was getting frustrated because he has big dreams of making a bunch of money doing porn, and she wasn't helping. So I suggested leaving her out of it. He was very receptive. He's a total exhibitionist and he loves jerking off in front of me so I was pretty sure he'd go for it.

Picture this, we're standing there, he's naked. He's so, so hot. He's talking about making money and how she won't be a part of it, and he says "You can just wait here while Joe tapes me jerking off in the bathroom."

I would have thought he'd rather have her be his inspiration while he jerked off...I had a sudden vision of him and me alone in the bathroom together, not needing any porn but just getting off on the thrill of me taping him. All I said was, "Sure."

I then backed off again. It'll be fine, he's coming back for more fun this weekend. He's not just OK with it, he really wants to do it, so a little delay will increase his anticipation. I'm OK with building to it. After all, my patience is paying off so far. When S showed up last Saturday I hadn't seen him in a year.

We talked some more about how comfortable he was around me. He mentioned that he had never been that comfortable with his body, so I took the opportunity to tell him how good-looking he was, by saying how happy I was as an adult producer to have a guy that looked like him. You could feel him glow.

It was late, and we were pretty much done. But instead of passing out, we just climbed into bed. I was like, "I don't want to be the only one with my clothes on," and stepped out of my shorts again. S rolled around to where he was next to me on the bed.

He had a CD of pics from Iraq which we put on the TV and watched as a slideshow. I have to say, there's something about watching a soldier's Iraq war photos, when said soldier is laying next to you and you're both naked. And said soldier thinks you're the most awesome guy in the whole world.

I'm happy.

The best is yet to come...

 

[CGHJ]

I have to take a little break in my description of last weekend to describe what happened to me today.

I was helping B run errands. She is really one of the stupidest people I have ever met, without actually being mentally challenged or whatever they're calling it these days. It's torture, and I am having to summon every ounce of my buddha nature to deal with it. There's a karmic reward waiting for me though.

I have to take her clothes shopping. I don't have to pay for it, but I have to wait around for her while she searched for skank clothes. Seconds after we arrive this family arrives, two rednecks and their kid. But the guy is one of the hottest guys I've ever seen.

You have to like 'em the same way I do. He's tall, tanned, powerful, tattood, and is obviously dangerous. He's got sagger jeans on and a wife beater that really accentuates his tan. his tan accentuates his big thick silver chains as well as his blonde hair and intense blue eyes.

He's got a deep masculine voice, and a lot of energy. He's chasing his kid all over the store, it's adorable. Every time he says something to his kid my heart melts like butter. And somehow or another, our paths keep crossing in the store. I'm feeling like I'm being checked out in the good way. It may be 'cuz I'm with B, but she's not really all that and I really feel like it's directed towards me.

We all end up at the fitting rooms, and it's obvious that he wants to start a conversation. He tells his girl to just get naked right there, and I say that after the weekend we've had it wouldn't really matter 'cuz it's been a three day sex party, culminating in ________________ and _______ on the _____________ (I haven't got to that part yet).

The dynamic changes, and he is obviously interested. The body language could not be clearer. I've been here tons of times, never with a guy this straight...but when a guy acts a certain way, I know. And I know, he's interested. I introduce myself while both B and his chick are in the changing room. His name is J_____, and he has a very strong, firm handshake. A love big, strong, calloused mans' hands.

So I gave him my number. We'll see if he calls it.

 

[CGHJ]

OK, back to my sex weekend with S.

I left off with us getting in bed naked together, and watching his Iraq war photos slideshow. The previous night he had gone to sleep on the other side of B...now he conspicuously ends up on my side. Coincidence, you say. No, trust me on this one.

We're sleeping under different blankets, but we're right next to each other. Our face are inches away from each other. I can feel his hot breath on my face as he exhales. Then he moves around a bit, and now his leg is over mine. I move around a bit, and then my left arm is under my pillow and also behind his head. He moves around a bit, and now his head is resting on my arm, and his left arm is reaching back behind his head and our hands are touching. And then his right arm moves and covers my head, which is surprisingly comfortable. I move my right arm so it's over his. We're pretty cosy.

Is he asleep? I happen to know he wakes up a lot and goes back to sleep quickly. We all do, it's crowded and there are barking dogs in the morning and so on (we're always going to sleep at like 4 am so we have to sleep through the mornings, which can be difficult). He moves around plenty, and I'm awake but groggy and I have ever reason to believe that he was the same.

Then the phone rings and we both immediately disentangle, lest the other think we meant to do it on purpose, how cute! No matter what it doesn't seem to bother him that I have a whole half a bed but somehow ended up right next to him.

So I give him a break by scooting down towards the open half a bit. Gotta go in steps.

I fall asleep again, and what wakes me up is the gentle bouncing of those two going at it again.

S has moved to my side of the bed, and is fucking her like two inches away from me. It's an awseome show, sure, but what's really occuring to me is that he has on purpose moved to be close to me. Really close. I can feel the bond between us, like electricity sparking.

I'm trying to be nice by not staring at them every single time they have sex, but my hardon is hard to prevent. Pretty soon I'm stroking it again. This only makes S happy, he loves being my own personal pornography. He removes his blanket so he's sll nude again, right there next to me.

B is still shy, so she covers herself with the blanket. It looks like he's getting a blowjob from a Mickey Mouse bedspread. It occurs to me, he's adjusting the blanket so that he is uncovered, S is making sure I can see him. He loves being my own personal pornography.

Eventually he blows and she fills up with cum. She's like, "Oh gross!" and runs to the bathroom, leaving him completely uncovered with a leftover woodrow covered in cum. I can also see it in his treasure trail. Yesterday he was shy in the morning, probably because he wasn't sure what my opinion of his naked ass would be. Today, not shy at all. He just lays there, completely cool. He gets up in a minute later to clean the spunk off, but still he just stands there, giving me an amazing view of his beautiful, round, milky-white ass.

He put on his shorts to go outside and smoke, and as B was in the showr, I decided to attend to my own blue balls. I could have cum almost immediately, but I wanted to see what he'd do when he came back in and found me jacking. Actually I knew what he'd do, I just wanted to see him do it. And that was: Nothing, I knew he wouldn't care at all. And he didn't. He said "Cool" and went to the fridge.

He didn't run to the next room where his girl, who had just given him head, was taking a shower. He stayed in the front room where his friend, possibly his best friend, was jacking furiously. In fact when B wanted hi4m come to the shower, she had to yell at him twice.

When I came, it was like a fountain that kept going and going. I shot over my head.

I told him later that I really appreciated him fucking next to me, that he was like my own personal porn show. He smiled and said, "That's what I was going for."

 

[CGHJ]

So I mentioned before that on Friday we had all gone out to a local bar, and I had met my old buds M and T out there. B had met a stripper, who fell in hots with her and invited the lot of us out to a BBQ at her place. In the evening we headed out there.

This middle bit I am going to gloss over. The stripper was hot for B, and both S and I wanted to see the two of them get together. So we told the stripper that the secret was wine, liberally applied. Wine in this case being "NightTrain". The stripper was successful, and pretty soon the two of them were licking each other out on the kitchen table. Then they moved back to the bedroom. S followed with the video camera, I stayed out and chatted with the other guy that was there (a familiy friend).

Much later, many beers and many drinks later, S and B are outside fucking in the back seat of the car. Again. The stripper grabs me by the hand and leads me back into the bedroom. She's beautiful, sweet, and smells good. We go at it. I'll spare you the details, but I licked pussy for the first time. It was sweet and delicious, not at all a thing to be feared.

Then S came in, and B. They started going at it. And then again, B freaks out. It's been a crazy weekend for her. She's never licked out a girl before...it's a first for us both. She's better at it than I am though. But it's too much now and she flees. S just moves over to me and the stripper. I grab his hand and bring it down to where I'm licking. I'm fingerfucking her with his hand when B comes in and freaks out harder.

The next part is blank, I can't actually remember how S got back in, with him and me standing making a stipper sandwhich between us. As I'm running my hands over her hips, my hands brush his dick. Not a problem, not even a flinch. But the problem with B lingers and we have to discontinue. It's time to go home.

We don't get to all sleep in a pile again, either. He has duty in a few hours, he's got to go straight to base and get to work. I don't envy him, it's been a long weekend and he's beat to hell. But it was worth it. Not to mention it starts all over again this Friday.

Here's some more caps...not actually of this night, but you prolly didn't want to see a stripper getting licked out anyway. Once again he is a total exhibitionist and is cool with the idea that guys might find these videos hot. Tell me I'm not in heaven.

 

[CGHJ]

Alright, I know some of you are probably dying to hear what went on this weekend, and I'm not going to disappoint. I am going to condense it though...I spend more time typing this stuff up than I do actually living it.

Friday rolls around, time for S to show up again. This time, he brings his buddy K with him (see previous posts for more on K).

K is so not impressed with the situation when he gets here. He has a low tolerance for bullshit and drama, and has known S for a lot longer and so puts up with far less of it from him. He's not putting up with this mess. Luckily he's invited a friend over, who quickly susses up the situation and never even ventures inside to say hello. He, his wife, and K are about to bail after just 5 minutes, and they offer to take me. S and B are in the shower--I just run in, toss on jeans and boots, and get in the car and we head back to base.

So, I ended up at a Marine house party. Possibly the most boring, but best-looking party I've ever been to. There were about 10 guys and the wife of the guy who had brought me. All of whom were basically just standing around with beers in their hands shooting the shit. It was just like all the boring house parties I used to go to when I was in, it wasn't hard to fit in. And of course it turns out they already knew me as, in a nutshell, "The porn guy whose house S's girl is staying at and who filmed them having sex." They thought it was absolutely hilarious that she was so annoying that I had vacated my own premises.

It also turns out S asked several of them who had houses if B could stay with them first. I've now met all the people in his unit that said "no" before he got to me. We had a great time talking about how wise they had been, and the bullet they had dodged

Last Wednesday I'd made him a VCD with some selected scenes, which although we had tested it in my player turned out not to work when he put it in his computer on base. Topic of conversation: the fact that this had meant they didn't have to see "Digital S________ Cock". I wanted to tell them it was really awesome and I had in fact jerked off over it several times, but I kept my mouth shut.

Then, out of the blue, this crack ho shows up. But she brings beer and is basically friendly, so the marines accept her and have a pretty good time with her, me and K are avoiding the situation by catching up. We can overhear bits of the conversation and it's pretty funny.

At the end of the evening, I end up crashing on the floor with the rest of them. It's a hard floor but I'm in heaven, surrounded by sleeping marines. The guy I like best's shirt is riding up, his pants are riding down, and he's not wearing any drawers. He's so cute. In the morning when he leaves he reaches down to touch my hand good-bye.

 

[CGHJ]

Next morning K and I go to breakfast. He has to pay for everything because I fled my house so fast I didn't grab my wallet. This includes the cab ride back to my pad, which ends up being $68.

I have no idea what I'm going to find there. We left S and B under not the best circumstances, and he was pretty upset. I called him to apologize the night before and he had said the stripper and maybe some others might be coming over...would they all be naked on the couch or something?

Nope, just B and S. I took him aside and apologized profusely for ditching him. It's quickly forgotten, and soon we're bros again. He got laid last night anyway (on video...unfortunately I think he may have taped over something good, which is him and I hanging around outside naked...I had to pretend not to be crushed by that), and B and the stripper licking each other out in the car at 80mph on the highway. I pretend to be interested in that but in fact I'm thinking I made the right choice.

So we commence to get drunk.

By the afternoon, S and I are getting more and more buddy-buddy. Arms around each other and stuff. He is always and I means always looking over at me with this gleam in his eye that's just devastating. It's not gay at all--S is as straight as they come, and proves it every time he fucks some butt ugly or annoying chick. Plus my GAYDAR is second-to-none. He is straight.

He is also suggesting we try on each other's uniforms. Last two times he's been over he's worn it straight from work, which you can just imagine how hot that is. It's his desert cammies which he wears all day in the hot sun, and they smell like marine sweat. Normally I'm not a big "sweat" guy, but from him it's a total aphrodisiac and just the thought of it gets me hard. Seeing him in my old cammies, which are just a little tight across his broad chest, doesn't hurt either. Neither of us is in any rush to switch back either. He suggests that I try on his boots, which I do. Everything fits and I'm about to die of happiness...I think wearing each other's clothes, especially shoes, is hot. It's the sort of thing you might do on the sly, and here we are doing it in front of each other and his best buddy and girlfriend.

Unfortunately, around this time B and S get in a big fight. And it gets out of hand when S and K decide to play a joke on her and make it out like S is really pissed. He's slamming doors and such, and at one point we're in the kitchen talking and every 30 seconds are so we bang at the door like I'm trying to prevent him from getting out and doing something stupid cuz he's drunk. She suspects it's an act, too. My landlord not so much though, suddenly he's in the front yard threatening to call the police. He's not so bright and once he gets an idea in his head that's it, so there's no convincing him that we're just playing and didn't realize we were bothering people. We must vacate the premises  immediately. I reign everyone in real quick, we hop in the Jeep and go.

Was I safe to drive? Well, the cop who pulled me over because S's legs were dangling out of the window thought so. He gave me the eye-test and didn't even bother with the rest. Even though we had to move an open case of beer with beers falling out of it out of the front passenger seat to get to my license and registration. I was eating ships and dip while the cop ran it.

We made it to a Motel 6, and stumbled into our room. Not minutes later we were all wrestling.

S and K went at it first. Apparently from what they say it's what marines always do when they rent a motel room to party--wrestle. I don't think they ended up like we did though. But first, those two rolled around on the floor a little bit. It was sooooo hawt, especially when they's end up in a 69 like position and then just stop...or take a break and not disengage from each other.

Pretty soon B got in on it, and at one point she was pretending to hold him down while I started undoing his pants. Imagine me on the bed leaning over one side, S is on the floor between the bed and the wall, with one leg up on the bed on my left, my right arm holding up his left leg. And then I started undoing his belt. It was B that prompted him to try to wrestle out of that...he seemed completely inclined to let me do it. I also jammed my fingers up his ass (he had his jeans on...I unbuckled his belt but that was all), but only because K had done it. Literally, I made my hand flat and jammed my fingers into his crotch. Apparently the marines do this to each other a lot, because no one thought that was weird.

He then says, "Joe's mine tonight," and comes over and lays down next to next to me with his leg over me. We're snuggling like we're boyfriends. My right arm is wrapped around his back, his is draped over my chest. His body is extra hot from the drinking and wrestling. His chest is so broad and solid . He smells like a mixture of sweat (his sweat, which turns me on like no other) and Tag body spray. Something about it is so comfortable and right...I should have 'jokingly' rolled over and started dry-humping him, but I was too surprised. then K comes over and lays on me too, right across my crotch.

S breaks off and I'm left with K, who I start wrestling with, which is hawt. I'm doing better than I expect--he's 21 and I'm 37, he's taller than me and he's a marine. But I'm able to hold my own. So of course i have to taunt him, "You're getting your ass kicked by the Air force, bitch!" and so on. He pins me like an insurgent and I cry uncle, then we do it again. For those of you who like this sort of thing, at one point my face was pressed right into his arm pit.

The room is destroyed. S throws K into the air conditioner, there's chips everywhere, beer cans...it's great.

 

[CGHJ]

Then we all pass out, K in my bed. Eventually he rolls around to where his arm is locked in underneath mine. When he hears a noise he removes it instantly, which tells me he was awake when he did it. It's so sweet. He doesn't realize I was awake the whole time.

I'm torn about him. He's cute in his way, he's a really cool guy. I ought to be hot for him, but it's S, I can't think of anything else but him. K isn't as buff or masculine, he doesn't yank my chain like S does. It used to be K that sent me, but now that S and I have done what we've done and are as close as we are, he's about all I can think of.

However, it's now clear to me that K is in fact interested or at least curious. Intensely so. I can feel it. There is no doubt in my mind. There is also no doubt in my mind that he is straight or at least mostly so. If I were in a bar, I'd be 100% certain that I could go home with him. And yet, nothing about him is even remotely gay, except that he's a little bit on the sensitive side sometimes.

He is shy, and terrified of actually hooking up with girls. He is also completely open-minded and probably is thinking he'd go for it if a gay man came on to him, and I think he may be hoping that I am that man. You'd think I would be, but I'm not. But it breaks my heart to see him want something so bad, they way I used to, and not know how to go about getting it, the way I didn't. It's ironic--if I had my way we wouldn't do it, it's his interest in me that I can't ignore. A 21 year old hot marine and if we ever do it it'll be a pity fuck. I so wish he didn't smoke. S smokes and the smell makes me horny, which is how I know I'm crazy about him.

In the morning we're all getting ready and I'm turn to him and say, "K, why do you always have to keep grabbing my ass while I'm trying to sleep?!" He grin sheepishly and says "Because it's there." B is shocked, "Was he really grabbing your ass?" No, not really. And the weird thing is, I don't wish that he was.

We clean the room up so it's almost good-as-new, carry what's left of the beer (the open case from the front seat) back out to the jeep and trek home.

Later on we went to hang out at the stripper's again. She likes me (I am a likeable guy, it is true). A lot. A lot. Interesting, as I could really use a stripper to bring in guys, and I know she'll let me bring S into the bedroom, and I would love to share S with her and just roll around with the both of them like animals. I know if she's there S will do about anything. She has a jacuzzi...I would love to fuck both of them in the jacuzzi. I would love for her and I to suck him off together while he sits on the edge of the tub. On the other hand, this seems fraught with difficulties and I don't like her personality that much...it does nothing for me.

In fact, at one point she pissed me off and I walked away from the party and sat on the side of the dark desert highway for an hour or so thinking about these very questions. I'm still not sure what to do.

The night progressed to B and the stripper licking each other out again, while K and I talked to each other outside. Yes, K was more interested in talking to me than watching girls lick each other out. Looking at me with those intense blue eyes...damn you K!

The night ends with S coming outside and getting a blowjob in front of everybody. I love seeing his huge cock...I don't think I'll ever get tired of that.

 

[CGHJ]

On Monday, S was supposed to come over but called and said he'd been given more duty and so couldn't. So I took B to the marine bar, where I knew she'd get a lot of attention.

Let me back up. B is one of the most annoying girls I have ever met. She isn't retarded, but her IQ is definitely below 100. If you couldn't see that she was an adult woman, you would think that she was maybe a 11 yo girl just based on her actions and conversation. If you're taking a shit, she asks you every 2 minutes whether you're still taking a shit.

I've started replying to everything with a laconic but emphatic "I am" or "it is", as the least amount of response I can give to the unending barrage of puerile questions.

"It's hot here!"
"It is."
"Do you think it's hot here?"
"I do."
"Was it this hot last year?"
"It was."

I can't get any work done, it's so maddening. Also, she's psycho. I don't even know what to do about her. S has agreed that she has to go back, but by not showing up he isn't helping this to happen, so I am unsympathetic to his needs. Monday is when I'd normally hit the bar anyway, if I take her maybe I can pawn her off on another marine. At the least she will be a marine magnet.

This turns out to be totally the case. The first guy, F, is a big beefy guy (he says "ginormous"). He looks just like a Tom of Finland drawing...so perfect, you just want to freak out. He takes me out to the smoking area, starts talking to me, never asks about B.

Two hot little marines show up. They are both very lightly built, and B thinks they may be gay. I am inclined to believe she may be right, but then she asks F this directly. F is built like a buick, and for a second I'm nervous. But to his credit he says, "And so what if they are?" The bartender girl's jaw drops at the audacity of the question, but says the same thing; surely there are gay guys in the Marine Corps but who cares as long as they're doing their jobs. Wow.

Then they come over to the well, and she asks the hotter of the two directly. He's insulted, and I think obviously called out, but walks away with his buddy and plays pool at the back table. Somehow in the transaction she thinks he has said that he fell in love with a man, and is earnestly explaining his to F. Who isn't listening, he's mainly talking to me. When she gets up to go to the bathroom he indicates we should go out to the smoking area again where we talk some more.

When she comes back out a crowd starts to gather, like sharks circling for the kill. I'm totally trying to get her hooked up so I'm encouraging all of them ("She said she thinks you're hot"). In the end a black guy wins, and there's almost a fight over it. It's all for nothing though, as she won't close the deal, her heart is set on S. Because, she says, he is such a good lay.

However at the end of the night, I've given 4 guys my phone number. And when I got home, F had called three times. And he never once asked about the girl.

 

[CGHJ]

S came over Tuesday night to hang out, but I was so at the end of my rope from being with B all day that I nearly snapped. It's a difficult situation and it's really frustrating because he gets off work and just wants to hang out, and she's here with me all day driving me insane and I want him to do something about it. When he gets over here, all he does is get a blowjob and then fuck her in the shower. He got the BJ while he was laying right next to me again...he would have fucked her right there but...

...it's her Time of the Month!

...which is a joy, believe me. Between the hormones, the smell, and the bag of used rags by the toilet...it's great.

On the plus side, when it's time to crash out S takes his customary place, which is right next to me. And I mean right next to me. He's closer to me than he is to her. At one point I'm thinking, "I should just put my arm over him right now." I'm thinking, he did this when we were horsing around at the Motel 6. He's already made it clear that it's OK to be that close. He'll be happy about it. So I do it.

It feels so good. I can feel the hardness of his abs under my hand. His body is so solid. And now I can tell he's awake...and he's not moving my arm. In fact his arm is now sliding slowly down to where it's over mine. I know he's awake, because he's got an itch from something out in the field and he's scratching now. When he stops, his arm goes back and does the same slow slide down to where his is over mine. He doesn't want to make it too obvious that he wants to be that close so it's supposed to seem like it just naturally fell that way (twice in a row), but it's about the sweetest thing ever.

However the next morning when he's heading off to work I tell him that he'd better do something about her quick. Specifically I told him to "Clean up your mess, marine." I hated having to be that harsh with him, but she can't stay here much longer, he knows it, and is doing nothing to help move her along because he just shows up long enough to fuck her. He's hawt and we're getting closer but I have my limits on what I'll put up with on my behalf.

 

[CGHJ]

Wednesday night and B has been telling the stripper about how well received she was at the marine bar monday night. So I convince the two of them to go back and be all crazy, since they like to kiss on each other and stuff and I know what that will do to the Marines.

And then I call all the guys I've met along the way and tell them to be there. M and T being the ones I want to see most. Sure enough, they are there.

Oh yes, I called F too (from Monday night) but he didn't show. I think the problem was that I had B call him and he was more interested in me. I'll definitely be calling him back again, maybe to invite him over to my place.

M and T are actually the first guys I see. When I go to get drinks for the girls, T slaps me on the ass, and hard. Not a football-style man-to-man butt pat...a full on slap, like you'd give to your bitch. It's so hot.

I had actually forgotten how touch feely the two of them were. Neither of them will talk to you without putting their hand on your shoulder, or in T's case now, around my waist. T looks me right in the eye and says he "Joe, I love you". Sure, because I brought the girls. Sure. If we were in a gay bar...which it sometimes feels like I am, with all the buff guys with short haircuts holding on to each other. It's crazy. I forget how it comes up, but once again T says something that compels him to remind me he's not gay, and me to tell him I know he's not gay. Every time, I've never seen someone so obviously trying to out themselves and yet my GAYDAR, which is damn near infallible, says he's straight. Words trump my GAYDAR though, he's definitely going on my list for further study. I'm thinking of inviting him out to the stripper's hot tub for drinks.

The girls were a big hit. And I was a big hit for bringing them. I certainly established my creds with the guys by bringing girls who would make out and work the stripper pole together. I got some very sincere handshakes at the end of the night...guys who I had thought were my buds before, turns out there's another level.

I took the video camera in, I didn't use it much but one of the stripper's friends, an old crazy coot with a withered right hand, did. Mainly it looks like it was shot during an earthquake. Here's one really hot guy though:

I don't really want to show much of the interior of the bar itself, and besides it's not that interesting...it's a bar. It's the clientelle that's interesting and you can't go up and put a video camera in their faces, they won't tolerate it.

When it comes time to go home though, and we're looking for B, she's outside crying her eyes out because S doesn't love her. She's such a mess, such a mess. There's four marines around her trying to comfort her and not quite sure what to do, to their credit they're trying to be very nice but aren't quite sure what's wrong. Somewhere along the way she's lost the dude that's been buying her drinks all night, he's jerking off in the barracks tonight apparently.

This doesn't stop the stripper from getting a guy to bring us back to his house, with some friends of his. The owner of the house is a stocky guy I'm not that crazy about, there's also a sk8ter looking marine and an A+F model looking marine. A+F guy especially...so hawt. So very, very hawt. He takes his short off to reveal a delicious chest that's just a heart stopper.

Some partying occurs, B breaks down again and runs crying into the street and the A+F guy has to go after her (I am done chasing her around, it's all for attention). While they're off dealing with that, Sk8ter guy, the owner and I are on the couch in that order. And the stripper starts to strip.

The empty spot at the end of the couch is mine, it's where I'm sitting when the owner of the house responds by taking down his pants. He's sitting next to me on the couch getting a lapdance and a blowjob. And then almost immediately he removes his shirt and hat. Naked he's about a million times hotter than he ever was with hat and clothes on. He's a sort of golden color, with light blond hairs that accentuate his arms and chest just so. The lack of hat reveals a marine haircut that suits him. And he's not shy about resting his arm on mine while he gets this. Just 1/2 inch closer and we'd be holding hands while this is going down. Also he's trying to convince his buddy to get naked, unfortunately he's unsuccessful, but it's the thought that counts. He keeps saying to sk8ter marine, "Take off your clothes K____, this could get freaky." I can't help unzipping my pants and pretty soon I'm masturbating on this guy's couch. Also I can't help noticing out of the corner of my eye, sk8ter marine is not looking at the stripper, he's looking at his sergeant and he doesn't think anyone can see. I thought I was going to go insane.

The whole time I've got my pants unbuttoned and I'm slowly stroking my frighteningly hard cock. I'm not sure what the etiquette is for stroking on a strange marine's couch so I don't actually go so far as to beat off full bore, but I have my dick out and I am working it.

When he cums he groans and his left arm sort of presses harder into mine, and a shower of cum sprays up and lands dripping on his chest. There's a big glob on his left nipple. I was so hoping some would get on me but no.

As soon as he gets up to wipe the jizz of his chest, the other marine leans over to me and we start talking about the battle of Fallujah. He was there the first time through, after the Blackwater contractors were killed. We got a little too deep talking about friends that had been lost and I thought he was about to cry. I comforted him by telling him how important the work he's done was, how the battle of Fallujah would go down in Marine Corp history and so on. I love marines. I really do.

 

[CGHJ]

So I've been housing B for two weeks now. There's been so much marine cock to write about recently that I haven't really had time to describe how bad that part's been, but it's been bad.

You've read about the bag of used pads by the toilet. But what you have to understand about me is that I moved out to the middle of nowhere to be alone. I have a very small studio house that's crowded when it's empty. It's hard to work on your porn business with a nosy hick girl from small-town Missouri always popping in.

She is, in her heart, a nice person. But She is also one of the stupidest people I have ever met, which I actually feel bad writing but jeezuz she is. She compensates for not having anything to say by talking all the damn time. It's stream of consciousness stuff that sounds like it's coming from a 9 year old girl even though she is 22.

"Santa Monica is a street in LA. It goes to West Hollywood. I know because I went on that street. My uncle lives in West Hollywood. He lives in a big house."

And so on. Most of her conversations are actually about sex though. Because she is so ever-loving stoopid that the only way for her to get anything is to trade sex for it basically. She is the biggest slut I have ever met in my life. It's almost scary. And I get to hear all about it, plus she likes to describe her menses in detail while I'm eating. And she talks about how guys bought her phones, jewelry, gave her a car, let her live at their house, and so on. All the stuff she traded sex for pretty much. Oh yeah and she's psycho. It's excruciating...really, really excruciating.

It's not like I can get any work done, even on my regular freelance web-design jobs.

Friday it came to a boiling point and I told her that it was time to go. She came out here to marry S and that is so not going to happen. To stay here any longer is a waste of time, hers and mine. Also S is no longer giving her any money so I am buying her maxi-pads, and shortly I'll be buying her food. This while she's preventing me from earning any money. I told her she had to figure out what to do, and that I would put her on a bus back to Joplin is she wanted. She's used to being able to throw a tantrum like a child so she ran away. I had to follow her in my Jeep and when I found her she was hiding in some bushes. I finally realized that I had to treat her like a kid, not an adult, albeit one who was above the legal drinking age. I let her go. Sure enough, she was back in 30 minutes or less.

Friday night I sent her to stay with the stripper for a few days. I was hoping that S would come over and we could hang. He had promised me some videos for my trouble, which would have made all the pain and suffering worth it because S and I are/were about as tight as you could get and those videos would have been amazing. He says he's coming over...and then ditches me for a bonfire with his buddies out in the boonies and doesn't tell me. I am pissed.

In the morning B calls me from a gas station. She and the stripper had a fight and she needs to come back. S drops her a block away and won't even come inside. I thought we were friends, it turns out he was just using my house as pussy-storage. I've been played, and hard.

You see, despite the fact that B is like fingernails on a chalkboard being drowned out by crying babies when you have a hangover, I have been supporting and taking care of her. S hasn't given her any money, she's been living off me. I drive her around. I buy her food. S has never taken her out once, I've taken her out twice, and bought drinks. I took her to dinner one night. I comfort her when he pisses her off. He'll show up long enough to have sex with her and then he's off...me to dispose of her used pads. Because I am a fucking gentleman and even if I hate her and I can't afford to take care of her and it's completely fucking me, she is a human being and I have a responsibility to help. It's a little weird to discover I have this much of a conscience. Who knew?

 

[CGHJ]

Sunday, and B and I head over to the stripper's house.

If I get nothing else out of this, even if I lose S (more on that in a second), I am still going to come out ahead if I get to keep the stripper. She's got a wild streak and wants to make videos. She is my new marine recruiter. She has a jacuzzi and a mud pit at her place, need I say more? We're going to go out scouting soon, keep watching this blog for the results.

When we get there, this older dude is there, we'll call him Cheech, because that's exactly who he is. His son is there too. His son does not look like Cheech. Jr is a tall skater looking guy. He's a little scruffy, has some handmade tatts on his arm, and a blue bandana. His shorts are permanently riding down his ass so I'm constantly getting a glimpse of man-crack. He is also one of the nicest, coolest guys I have ever met. One of those people who lights up a room with their smile and good nature. Never a harsh word for anyone, stands up for his friends and forgives his enemies. He's practically a buddha and doesn't know it. The final result is that he's hotter than a motherfucker, because you just want to crawl into bed with him and never get out, even if physically he's just cute.

The stripper asks him if he'll be in a video. He says yes. This is why I keep my batteries charged and take my cameras with me wherever I go.

We're going to start out in the hot tub, and then head indoors. I mentioned the hot tub was outside overlooking the desert, right? It's awesome.

Pretty soon we're all rolling around in there. B, the stripper, Cheech, Jr and me. All of us were naked except for Cheech, which is just as well, he can keep his clothes on for sure. And I notice, underneath the frothing water caused be the jets, Jr isn't avoiding me. We're pretty much touching the whole time. Now his ass is on my foot, now our legs are intertwined, now he's twisting around so that his back is towards me and he's sliding right towards my rock hard cock. He's close enough that I'm holding onto him like we're riding a motorcycle and I'm hanging on, while he makes out with B.

The phone rings and it's just me and Jr in the tub. I tell him I'd jerk off on the side if the tub if someone would film me. He gets this look...and says that he had thought about asking me if I would do that, let him tape me while I jerk off. He says it like, "Am I going to get away with saying this?" Hell yeah you are! I'm like, "Do it! Do it!" We never actually got around to it, but I'm not going to forget that he said it. He's another one of those guys, totally straight but so cool they're curious.

I'll gloss over the parts where I'm licking out the stripper's pussy. What you want to hear about is how the stripper got Jr and I to sit on the edge of the tub and jerk off. Bless her heart, she's like "Move closer together, I need to get you in the same shot." We're sitting their naked jerking off together, and his dad (Pops) is watching us. Yes, his actual biological father, watching his son in all his naked glory jerk off next to another man. Between that and the fact that out legs were pressed against each other, continuing the unspoken contact from earlier but this time more brazen. He was totally interested and if his dad hadn't been there...

We're not touching in this cap but trust me we are for the rest of the time.

He gets back in the tub while I keep going. The stripper is filming me, but now Jr is in the tub directly in front of me, only willpower is keeping me from blowing a load all over his back. And she starts interviewing him. He's answering questions about his sex life, and I'm in the background masturbating furiously.

I lick out the stripper some more:

Yeah yeah I know. It's the grossest thing you ever saw and the very idea of me with a tongue up a girl's cootchie is disgusting and wrong. But for anyone that may doubt my bi-creds, here they are.

Eventually the stripper gets out and it's just Pops, Jr, B and myself. Jr is fucking B furiously, I mean he is pounding her. He's up out of the water and he's all visible and all hawt. His dad is in the corner watching him pound away on, and then getting his cock sucked by B. It's great. I wonder how many times Pop's got to see his son's dick like that?

All good things must come to an end though.

The hot tub is behind this bar. that tatt on the right side of his chest says "Skate to destroy", BTW.

Uh oh! the stripper's dad pulls up in the driveway...which is where we are, the hot tub and bar is at the top of the driveway. Hi dad!

So later on I'm taping everyone in the kitchen and he makes a little blowjob motion at me. What's up with that? Yeah I'll give you a blowjob.

BTW, for all of you who were hoping to see S do some stuff with me and are afraid that our spat will put a stop to that...the stripper is going to help me get some payback by inviting him over and putting him through his paces. Like "Touch Joe's dick" kinda paces. I like her.

BTW, all these people know I was filming a porn video, the camera was on for a purpose and they all know what that purpose is

 

[CGHJ]

I haven't had a chance to post in a few days, but trust me, when I do you will know that it was all worth it.

Wait til you hear what happened to me this weekend. It involves me, S, and some video cameras. We did some stuff, crazy stuff. We went there, and I got it all on video.

We're better buds now too, because of it, because we can now share anything. We're as tight as brothers...brothers that can fuck! More story and pics coming soon. You won't have long to wait before you can watch the whole thing, too...there's at least 4 hours. A lot of it is us just hanging out drinking beer and smoking...naked. It's the video I always wanted to see...and I'm in it and the guy is mine. Crazy.

 

[CGHJ]

Sadly, I'm going to have to start summarizing stuff if I ever want to get through this. It's Thursday and S is coming over again tomorrow, and if I don't get last weekend out of the way I'll never catch up. This is so not going to do it any justice; luckily, large portions of it are on video.

The tale starts last Friday. I still hadn't heard from S and I was pissed. I decided to go out to the marine bar and drink, while there I got a call from him on my cell. He was nearby and came over to the bar to talk. It was contentious for a minute, but I knew that if we could work past it then I could get some amazing videos, and it would be worth it even. Boy was it.

We went back to my place. We talk and bullshit for awhile. When it comes time crash the inevitable question comes up: Get out the air mattress or get in bed together? While B has been living here, every time he sleeps over we've slept in the same bed. Now there's no girl though, how does that work out? I say we're soooo far beyond that now...and we get in bed together.

Saturday: I can't even really remember what we did the next day. Tried vainly to get the stripper to come over...at least he did. I knew where I wanted to go.

Actually, one of the guys I had met at the bar on Thursday called on Friday, and I had thought that I had set something up with the stripper for Saturday, so this was actually kinda problematic. It's a long story you're not interested in, suffice to say she lost her phone somewhere.

We ended up at a bar, and he started buying me alcohol. I have to be only pornographer in the world that has marines by him drinks. After the recent trouble we had, he was anxious to prove that he was my friend, and he did. We didn't hang around until closing time, instead we stumbled back to my pad. On the way back he whipped out his dick and pissed as we walked down the road. Not being as talented as him I had to stop to take a leak, I couldn't help noticing that he was watching.

When we got to my house we started pouring each other Jager bombs--Jagermeister and Red Bull--and talking about how horny we were. And S said that since there was no real pussy, we might as well fuck the fake one (Tera Patricks Pussy and Ass. So I tell him that helping me make some movies will help erase the debt he owes me from having B stay here. He's an exhibitionist that wants to fuck on camera, so this sounds great to him. I explain to him exactly what the concept is--that this will be ultra-reality porn for gay men who want to see guys who are such good friends that they can hang out naked together and stuff. He's down for that.

However, the intense sexual tension between us means that soon I am shaving him in the bathroom with a pair of clippers 9his idea, not mine, I liked the hair). And then he's like, "Shave my balls." Okay. I've got a semi and I'm dripping pre-cum, but he's OK with that, too. I know he's straight, but he's obviously ready to play, if I just press a little bit. So I tell him he has to get in the shower and bic himself smooth. I accidentally bic'd his nuts...you'd think they'd be easier to shave since they're so damned big, but I was drunk off my ass, too. Oh yeah, he asked me to shave his nuts again (yes, for a second time, once with the clippers and then with the bic). So now I know that he wants to play.

When we head out to the living room and he starts fucking the fake pussy, I lube up my fingers and start working his balls. It's like I can't get enough of his cock. It stands right up, too.

In the end though we've done too much drinking and he passes out. Do I dare blow him? I dare...on tape you can tell that he wakes up and realizes that I'm doing it, then passes out again. Doesn't stop me though. He's rock hard the whole time but I can't get him off, so I crawl in next to him. We've made the futon into a couch and so we're basically naked and spooning under one blanket. It's awesome.

Sunday: No rush to get out of bed for either of us. At one point I reach over and put his arm over me, and then my hand over his. I'm lovin' it.

So of course the first thing that has to be said is: "Oh my gawd, we were so drunk last night." It gets said so many times it's a cliche, right? But it's the motions you have to go through. Yes, we were so drunk.

Somehow or another, we decide to head to Las Vegas. I'm down for the idea because it's like a reward for good behavior (I am in fact one fun guy to know, right?) and because we'll be going to a strip club where we can both prove to each other that we're straight. It's all part of the dance. You can get a straight marine to play, but you must be ready to reassure him that you know that he's straight.

It's all good. I had a great time with him in Vegas and we bonded even more deeply as friends. We rode the New York New York roller coaster, got lap dances, and tried to get an escort to come to our room. Word of warning, when the ad says "Brandi, $89" that means she knocks on your door for $89. Somehow or another I ended up paying $120 non-refundable dollars, I'm not sure how that worked. That's when she tells you that anything else costs hundreds more dollars. An hour long lapdance is $800. We have $60 more dollars. She takes the $120 and goes. Don't ever try to get a stripper to come back to your room in Vegas...not that you were going to.

Monday: Time to head back. It's Memorial Day but so S has off. We stop at another rollercoaster along the way, in Primm this time. It's great. We're so tight with each other this time it's scary. S keeps talking about how we're gonna get "drunk as fuck..." tonight, "...wasted." This is code for, "We're gonna do it." Gotta get really drunk to fool around. I can almost feel the excitement building.

We start drinking again almost as soon as we get back. And in all frankness, I forget how we got to the part where we were taping. No matter, this time it's far more intense and it gets there far more quickly. Oh sure, in the beginning he seems to be shying away from me...and he states very clearly that although he's cool, nothing's going up his ass. But it's not long before I'm asking him to rate my blowjob. He says it's really good, at least, he definitely wants me to keep going. It's not long before I have him pouring beer down his cock into my mouth. Then I lunge upwards to suck the beer right off his dick. That's when it started getting crazy.

The sexual tension just exploded. It's all kind of a haze, I haven't had a chance to download the video yet to refresh my memory. But I do remember...

1) Fingering him while sucking him off
2) Licking out his ass
4) 69ing each other. When I heard him say "I want to suck your cock" I almost shit myself. It was one hell of a 69, too, with each of us fingering each other and totally going to town on the other.
3) Him trying to fit his dick up my ass, which caused me intolerable pain
4) Him saying, "You do me then," and me fucking him up the ass. Oh my gawd, it was awesome.
5) To prepare him for my cock I started with one finger, then two, then three. There's something about lying on the floor with three of your fingers up your best friend's ass, especially when he's giving you a look that's almost needy.
6) Once again we were so drunk we passed out before we were through though.

It was awesome, and it's all on video. I hope, I haven't had a chance to download it yet, I'm still on Saturday night.

Tuesday: The stripper finally got back in touch, she came over, and she and S made a hardcore fuck video. Just in case you doubt his straight creds after the above narrative, he paid $400 out of his own pocket for her model fee. Most other pornographers actually have to pay their models, you know what I'm saying? Anyway he fucked her senseless...you don't really realize how big that cock is until you see it splitting her wide open. I can't believe I was able to fit it in my mouth.

Pics coming soon. Video coming soon too! And yes, he knows who will be watching us. Lucky for you guys he wants to appear on webcam, too.