M and T did in fact come by last night, except the occasion was all bizness. It was interesting and kind of weird to see them
sober, it was my first time.
For all my talk about what sweet, friendly guys they are, I forgot that that's not who they really are, that's just who they are with me. And they continue to be that way with me. But talking to them sober, in well-lit and not-noisy conditions, about bizness and not drunk random stuff, I got to see them a whole lot clearer.
These guys are hardcore.
They don't look it in the pictures so much, and even I was a little thrown off by the tenderness they display toward each other and often to me. They are not tender or gentle, unless they want to be. To everyone else they are trained killers capable of taking your life in an instant without remorse.
Long ago I read a great series of books by a guy named
Steve Zeeland. The books are about not only gays in the military as revealed in extremely personal and sometimes erotic interviews; they are also about the culture of masculinity, especially prevalent in the Marines, that leads to an intense male bond that can seem very sexual to an outsider but is not.
One book in particular, "Military Trade", has a great chapter in the back written by a Marine who describes what it was like. He said that ironically the harder core the guys, the more likely they were to play around, and the more sensitive and homoerotic they could be with each other. You read this chapter and you just wish that you could see that for a minute or two.
And that's who T an M are.
I've mentioned before, they're scout snipers. Regular marines talk about scout snipers in reverential tones, because they are bad ass. They've spent a lot of time together, and are about as close as two men can be and not be gay.
An example: A few weeks ago there was a girl, K, visiting T. I met her a few weeks ago at the Marine bar, she is one of the most beautiful, sweet, awesome women I have ever met. Frankly I'm hot for all three of them--thank god I get to watch them all have sex soon. The last thing I remember about that particular evening was they had both stated to me that they were "no wearing any drawers" and kept trying to pull each other's pants down. But I digress.
I left the bar early that early that night, it was only last night that I found out what happened afterwards...sort of. T said something about how he was so drunk he was in a state and he was upset about something (which he mumbled past...but reading his mind I'd swear what he meant was he was drunk enough to have a sexual experience with M as long as K was there, but he was too drunk to articulate it that night and so was getting frustrated)...but then K said "you can
both fuck me!" and thus the problem was solved.
So in short, T has an opportunity to get with this fine, fine girl, but he's not gonna do it unless his buddy can cum, too.
Now that's a good friend. However I gather it fell through somehow, so they're still looking forward to an opportunity to screw chicks together. Perhaps this same one, she's due to pay a return visit either this weekend or next.
Anyway, now that they're sitting in my living room and we're talking bizness, it is clear that they are in fact very,
very straight, straighter than I had even given them credit for. They are in no way pretending to be hot for girls, it is really all they think about. They are in no way pretending to be girl-crazy, they are down to fuck as many chicks as they can, as fast as they can.
You can almost literally smell the testosterone in the room. They have a solidness that ordinary people don't have, like a living marble statue. M is actually kind of a little guy, if he were a civilian he'd be a bit on the thin side, but if you tried to fuck with him it would be at your peril.
And T, T is such a nice guy I never really think of him as being large and beefy but in fact he is. His features are more classical Marine than I had given him credit for. And he has the most intensely clear, piercing eyes. Everytime I think about him I get rock hard.
The two of them would like to start a business venture that would have a pornography aspect. M started complaining about how little money he had. So I thought that might be a good time to mention that they could make extra money on the side just showing off their own stuff. That didn't go over so well, there must to be girls involved. Dammit! It's easy money guys! I think I just shouldn't have asked them while they were together because in fact I forced them to front for each other. Frankly as they try to figure out ways to make money for their own venture I think the thought might return to them and if they can discuss it amongst themselves it might not seem so bad after awhile.
I did bring up auditions though. They understood the need for those (I'm not hiring $500 worth of girls if I don't know you can cum with the lights and cameras), so I'm pretty sure I'll be able to work something out on that front. It's possible that K could be their audition, if she's willing to work for free. But I'd rather them think they have to sit for individual auditions and so I'm not actually going to mention that as a possibility unless it comes up.
It's frustrating to go so slowly, and it's not my original plan to give so much attention to individual marines. And I have a line of marines that's ready to go, and I'd love to see
them get auditioned. But that line of Marines are all friends of M and T, and M is one of those guys that everyone likes and trusts. If I scare of M, I've scared all of them off. If I show M and T a great time, I won't be able to get rid of the rest of them if I try. And I'm not going to try.
'Cause these guys aren't clubbing Marines, they're not admin Marines, they're not gay Marines pretending to be straight Marines. in short they're not the kinds of guys you see on those other sites. These dudes are young, dumb, and full of cum...except they're not really dumb, they're just not philosophical.
However, like all straight men they are still curious about other guys. Couple times around the block when we're all comfortable fucking in front of one another...after I've seen them naked enough that it's more of a bother for them to put on clothes...who knows what will happen. Every time I think of the two of them I end up masturbating, so I can't wait. I know, and I mean I
know, that T has a little man crush on me, and I just need to wait them out. We'll all be drunk in a hot tub somewhere someday. I'll make sure of it!
