MarkSex
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---This is a story based on my fantasies and my experiences. Please do comment if you liked it. Sure turned me on while I was writing it. But then again, I know exactly what Corporal Westfield looks like. 
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I was 20 at the time, 6 foot and some, a rough 185 pounds. I was serving my country in the armed forces, and had somehow managed to block out my sexuality among all those guys. I just didn't find any of them attractive. Until I met him. Corporal Westfield.
Well, we're all young, and we attended the same NCO-School. Future squad leaders, all of us. I was in a specialized marine infantry group. We were 10 guys in our room, and Westfield lived in the room right across the hall. The rooms had to have the doors open, so I had a good glimpse of his life. He was shorter than me, at 5'8", but a lot sturdier and stronger, surely from his earlier days in manual labor. I didn't realize I had a crush on him until the last month of NCO. Time was running short, since he was going to move to a totally different company once we graduated. The logical part of my brain told me not to get involved, that it was dangerous. The army is not a friendly place for guys like me. And yet I let myself slip. Time after time he caught me looking at him. Or I would suddenly shave for a while longer, just to spy on him showering, lathering up, rinsing down and washing every inch of his body.
This kept playing for about two weeks, when I suddenly started noticing a response. He would smile when he caught my eye, or he would randomly start talking to me. He even performed a little dance, "as a joke", in his boxer shorts to some music I put on during our evening downtime. Joke or not, it sure got my attention. In the dining hall, he would come sit closer and closer. And I would make my game even more open. One night, during a dinner, he sat down across from me. Sparks flew between us, without us doing anything. I could feel his leg slowly creeping between mine as we sat there. Suddenly the dessert on my plate felt minor to the sweetness this man was giving me. It was just minutes, but it felt like hours. Our legs just gently touching, and then pulling away.
Later that night, he would glance over from his room into mine. I just knew something was going to go down, and soon. But it was coming sooner than I thought. At 10, it was lights out. From 10 to 11, there was a silent hour, during which all movement in the hallway was prohibited. Lying in my bed, five past ten, I remember I forgot to go to the bathroom. And when the clock hit 11, I was quickly out of my bed, and snuck out of the room with proper attire, which was black shorts, dog-tags and towel. I come to the bathroom, and someone is standing by the first of the three urinals. I go to the last one, and sigh at the relief of getting to go. Not two seconds pass when something touches my shoulder. Out of nowhere, Corporal Westfield, whose first name I guessed was John, appeared next to me. He pulled out hit dick casually, and takes a leak. When the first guy disappears, "John" suddenly whispers:
"Hey. I've been noticing you looking at me."
"Oh, I didn't mean..."
"It's been making me hard for a week now."
"Uh, really?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it, and you sure can give me what I need."
He put away his beautiful dick, looked at my half-erect piece.
"Yeah, you sure can." he muttered, and went into the hallway.
I quickly finished, washed my hands, and went in the same direction. I looked over the length of the hallway, which had room on both sides of it, windows only at each end. He had disappeared, probably into his room, I thought. I started walking back to bed, when suddenly a door to the left opens just a bit. It was the door to a room I knew to be empty. John peeked out, grabbed me and pulled me inside. He locked the door, something that wasn't possible with the doors to other rooms. He sat me down on one of the foam-rubber mattresses, and got my shorts off before I could say, "Yes please."
He smiled as he played with my still half-wake dick, and then he proceeded to work the head with his wet mouth. He started slow, and then worked up a tempo, sucking, licking, slurping. I was in heaven, but had to fight not to make a sound. Apparently he decided I was hard enough, because he stood up, and teasingly slowly removed his own shorts, to reveal not only a thick, clean cock, but also a nice round, strong butt. From the back pocket of his shorts, he took out a small jar of Vaseline, and handed it to me.
"You know where I want it, and how."
He laid himself down on the mattress, and lifted his feet. In an instant I had both his manhood and his tight hole in view, and boy did I enjoy it. I started slowly to massage his ass, and licking around the hole, before starting to poke at it with the tip of my tongue. He shivered with the sensation, and that fired me up even more. I took the Vaseline, lubed up three fingers on my left hand, and started poking the first one in. Every little bit I got in, his whole body would shake, but he would hold in any noises he wanted to make. After a good while of teasing his hole, he lifted his head, and demanded I gave him the goods. I moved over, and put the tip of my already lubed cock to his puckered hole.
I told him to relax, and then I started pushing. Once I got the head in, I slowly started to pump with a nice smooth rhythm. His body got tense with every shove, and all his muscles worked full time. He shook his head, side to side, fighting the urge to moan. His tight hole had served its purpose, and I was close to climaxing. I told him to get ready, I wanted to cum on his stomach and chest. And he did oblige. I blew my first totally silent load on him, and he just enjoyed every minute of it, swooping up the cum with his left hand and tasting it, all while his right hand was jerking his now big and thick member. I asked him if he wanted me to blow him, but he said he wanted a nice hand job. So I laid down next him, and took over after his right hand. He starts kissing me on the head, and soon we're kissing full out while I'm stroking him closer to the edge. Then he stars tensing up again, he whispers:
"I'm gonna cum... Oh yeah.."
I did not release his dick for one second, fighting his instinct to jerk himself over the finishing line. And how he did finish! His cock was a mini-fountain of cum, which drenched my hand. He saw this, and took my hand, and licked it clean.
We both lay there for a while, sweaty and naked. I hugged him, gave him a long kiss, and dried some sweat from his forehead.
"What you doing on our next leave?" I said, and got only a smile as an answer.
The time was twenty past eleven when I got back to my room, but everyone was sound asleep, and exhausted so too, was I some minutes later.
---I was 20 at the time, 6 foot and some, a rough 185 pounds. I was serving my country in the armed forces, and had somehow managed to block out my sexuality among all those guys. I just didn't find any of them attractive. Until I met him. Corporal Westfield.
Well, we're all young, and we attended the same NCO-School. Future squad leaders, all of us. I was in a specialized marine infantry group. We were 10 guys in our room, and Westfield lived in the room right across the hall. The rooms had to have the doors open, so I had a good glimpse of his life. He was shorter than me, at 5'8", but a lot sturdier and stronger, surely from his earlier days in manual labor. I didn't realize I had a crush on him until the last month of NCO. Time was running short, since he was going to move to a totally different company once we graduated. The logical part of my brain told me not to get involved, that it was dangerous. The army is not a friendly place for guys like me. And yet I let myself slip. Time after time he caught me looking at him. Or I would suddenly shave for a while longer, just to spy on him showering, lathering up, rinsing down and washing every inch of his body.
This kept playing for about two weeks, when I suddenly started noticing a response. He would smile when he caught my eye, or he would randomly start talking to me. He even performed a little dance, "as a joke", in his boxer shorts to some music I put on during our evening downtime. Joke or not, it sure got my attention. In the dining hall, he would come sit closer and closer. And I would make my game even more open. One night, during a dinner, he sat down across from me. Sparks flew between us, without us doing anything. I could feel his leg slowly creeping between mine as we sat there. Suddenly the dessert on my plate felt minor to the sweetness this man was giving me. It was just minutes, but it felt like hours. Our legs just gently touching, and then pulling away.
Later that night, he would glance over from his room into mine. I just knew something was going to go down, and soon. But it was coming sooner than I thought. At 10, it was lights out. From 10 to 11, there was a silent hour, during which all movement in the hallway was prohibited. Lying in my bed, five past ten, I remember I forgot to go to the bathroom. And when the clock hit 11, I was quickly out of my bed, and snuck out of the room with proper attire, which was black shorts, dog-tags and towel. I come to the bathroom, and someone is standing by the first of the three urinals. I go to the last one, and sigh at the relief of getting to go. Not two seconds pass when something touches my shoulder. Out of nowhere, Corporal Westfield, whose first name I guessed was John, appeared next to me. He pulled out hit dick casually, and takes a leak. When the first guy disappears, "John" suddenly whispers:
"Hey. I've been noticing you looking at me."
"Oh, I didn't mean..."
"It's been making me hard for a week now."
"Uh, really?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it, and you sure can give me what I need."
He put away his beautiful dick, looked at my half-erect piece.
"Yeah, you sure can." he muttered, and went into the hallway.
I quickly finished, washed my hands, and went in the same direction. I looked over the length of the hallway, which had room on both sides of it, windows only at each end. He had disappeared, probably into his room, I thought. I started walking back to bed, when suddenly a door to the left opens just a bit. It was the door to a room I knew to be empty. John peeked out, grabbed me and pulled me inside. He locked the door, something that wasn't possible with the doors to other rooms. He sat me down on one of the foam-rubber mattresses, and got my shorts off before I could say, "Yes please."
He smiled as he played with my still half-wake dick, and then he proceeded to work the head with his wet mouth. He started slow, and then worked up a tempo, sucking, licking, slurping. I was in heaven, but had to fight not to make a sound. Apparently he decided I was hard enough, because he stood up, and teasingly slowly removed his own shorts, to reveal not only a thick, clean cock, but also a nice round, strong butt. From the back pocket of his shorts, he took out a small jar of Vaseline, and handed it to me.
"You know where I want it, and how."
He laid himself down on the mattress, and lifted his feet. In an instant I had both his manhood and his tight hole in view, and boy did I enjoy it. I started slowly to massage his ass, and licking around the hole, before starting to poke at it with the tip of my tongue. He shivered with the sensation, and that fired me up even more. I took the Vaseline, lubed up three fingers on my left hand, and started poking the first one in. Every little bit I got in, his whole body would shake, but he would hold in any noises he wanted to make. After a good while of teasing his hole, he lifted his head, and demanded I gave him the goods. I moved over, and put the tip of my already lubed cock to his puckered hole.
I told him to relax, and then I started pushing. Once I got the head in, I slowly started to pump with a nice smooth rhythm. His body got tense with every shove, and all his muscles worked full time. He shook his head, side to side, fighting the urge to moan. His tight hole had served its purpose, and I was close to climaxing. I told him to get ready, I wanted to cum on his stomach and chest. And he did oblige. I blew my first totally silent load on him, and he just enjoyed every minute of it, swooping up the cum with his left hand and tasting it, all while his right hand was jerking his now big and thick member. I asked him if he wanted me to blow him, but he said he wanted a nice hand job. So I laid down next him, and took over after his right hand. He starts kissing me on the head, and soon we're kissing full out while I'm stroking him closer to the edge. Then he stars tensing up again, he whispers:
"I'm gonna cum... Oh yeah.."
I did not release his dick for one second, fighting his instinct to jerk himself over the finishing line. And how he did finish! His cock was a mini-fountain of cum, which drenched my hand. He saw this, and took my hand, and licked it clean.
We both lay there for a while, sweaty and naked. I hugged him, gave him a long kiss, and dried some sweat from his forehead.
"What you doing on our next leave?" I said, and got only a smile as an answer.
The time was twenty past eleven when I got back to my room, but everyone was sound asleep, and exhausted so too, was I some minutes later.
