Doug Brady, Marine

Scott’s fingers touched the waistband of his shorts and Doug held his breath, waiting to see if they moved under or over the waistband. They trailed down over the front of his shorts, light as feathers. He moved his hand up and down the long, big bulge.
"Those pictures you sent.....the ones of you in your shorts; you don't know how many times I jacked off with them, fantasizing that I was doing this."
"You didn't get them all splattered, did you?" Doug asked.
"It doesn't matter, I want to take some new ones before I leave," Scott said. Suddenly he got up from the bed. "I'm going to turn the bathroom light on. I want a little light," he said.
Quickly, Doug slipped his shorts off so he was naked for him when he came back to the bed. His cock stood out and swayed back and forth over his belly, throbbing and bobbing up and down.
Scott returned and stood beside the bed, gazing down at his muscular friend and his mouth went dry at the sight of him. His cock was huge. It reached up to the cleavage between his pecs, thick as his wrist. The underside of the head flared back like a split mushroom and the seminal vein that ran from the head down to disappear at the base was thick as a black marker.
"My God!" he exclaimed softly. He gazed at the huge cock for a moment then looked up at Doug. "I didn't know you were this big. What the hell are they feeding you?"
"I wasn't done growing the last time you saw me," Doug said.
"Now that I've got my wish, I don't know if I can handle it. I.....I didn't know you would be so big."
"You don't have to," Doug said as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. His hand wouldn't reach all the way around it and he was proud to show that to Scott.
"What, and leave you to jack off?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Doug said. "Well, it would be the first time in a long time, but I haven't forgot how," he added.
Scott reached down and ran his fingers along the underside of the huge cock. "I can't believe you're letting me do this," he said.
"Does that look I'm kidding?" Doug said, nodding toward his cock.
"No, that looks serious as shit," Scott said. He knelt down beside the bed as Doug turned onto his side. His cock swung
out from his loins like a battering ram. Scott touched it gingerly at first, as if he were afraid it might not be real. He wrapped his fingers around it as far as they would reach.
"Dam, I can't even get my hand around it."
"Neither can I," Doug said.
Scott moved his hand up and down the shaft a few times. He could see the pearl-drop of precome glistening in the wide piss slit. It's going to taste so good, he thought. He leaned in and lapped his tongue back and forth on the underside of the head, causing the big cock to quiver and bounce on his tongue.
The precome oozed out onto his tongue and he lavered his tongue all around the head to clean it off.
"Geezuss, man, take it if you're going to," Doug said.
Scott laughed softly and leaned in and captured the bulbous head with his mouth.
"OOoooohhhhh," Doug moaned softly.
Scott began sucking it, slowly, almost reverently, taking as much as he could into his mouth.
"Aaawwhhh, Man, Scott, how come you waited so long?" Doug moaned.
Scott smiled inside, surprised at Doug's remark. He thought it would be totally one-sided, him servicing the big marine and Doug lying there taking it quietly, more out of a sense of duty. Tears welled up in Scott's eyes. Tears of untold happiness for himself, and deep satisfaction that he could make Doug respond so. His cock was hot! And so big. He jaws felt like they might lock. He couldn't take all of it. He could barely take half of it. The head was too big to fit through his throat.
"Can you make it go down a little?" he asked.
"Not with you doing that," Doug said.
"If you can make it more rubbery, I wanta try to take it all the way."
"Can you do that? What about when it gets hard again?"
"I'll do what I can with it," Scott said.
Scott let go of it and they waited for a few minutes till the big cock began to loose its rigidity. Then it hardened again, throbbing hard. They waited some more. Meanwhile, Scott climbed on the bed and got between Doug's legs.
"Fuckin' thing don't wanta go down," Doug said.
They waited another minute or two and the big cock finally lost enough hardness that it was beginning to bend like a radiator hose.
"If you're gonna try it, you'd better get on it before it gets hard again," Doug said.
Scott got back on it, wasting no time forcing the bulbous head against the opening of his throat. He could feel the pulsations through the big hunk of meat and knew he had only a moment to accomplish the impossible feat. He relaxed his throat muscles and opened up as wide as he could and forced his mouth down the shaft. The head slipped into his throat and he pushed harder. His mouth went down, down....all the way down till his face was smashed against Doug's pubes.
"Awwww, Fuuuucckkkkk!" Doug cried softly. He put his hand on the back of Scott's head and churned his butt around in the mattress. "Ohhh, Geezusss, buddy, I don't know how you do that, but I'm glad you can. Godddd, it feels incredible! Ohh, fuck, yeah, gulp it down, keep swallowing.....awwhh, your throat feels so good."
Scott held on for dear life. Doug's cock grew fast, expanding his throat like a balloon. He fought down his gag reflex, determined to stay on the pulsating cock. He wanted it so bad; wanted to make Doug feel good. He choked a couple of times but forced his mouth on the throbbing cock, unwilling to
give an inch. When he had his gag reflex under control again he ventured to move his mouth up and down the big cock a couple of inches.
"Ohh, Shittt!" Doug gasped. "Awww, Fuck, Scott...... ohhh, if you only knew what you're doing to me!"
He was able to deep-throat the huge cock for a few short minutes before he began choking again and couldn't control it. He raised up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stroked the hot cock with his other hand.
"Mannnn!" he gasped. "I don't believe I did that!"
"I don't believe it either," Doug said, reaching out to squeeze Scott's arm. "Shit, that was incredible."
"Want me to try it again?" Scott said.
"It's not going to go down again," Doug said. "Shit, it's so
hard now, it aches."
"I think I can handle it," Scott said.
"I never saw anything you couldn't handle, but this..... goddam, Scott, this is incredible, if you can do it."
Scott wrapped his mouth around the big cockhead again and began the descent. He had to twist and work the head into his throat but then it was easier to go all the way down on it. He choked with emotion this time as Doug cried out and moaned and writhed under him.
After awhile, Doug stopped him. "Hold on," he gasped, with his hands on Scott's face. "It's getting too good, you're gonna make me shoot."
"I'm sure you've got more than one round in the chamber," Scott said. "Or are you saving it?"
"Naw, I'm not saving it, and I've got plenty of rounds in the chamber. I just wanted to warn you," Doug said.
"I've been warned," Scott said.
"Seriously, man, w-what do you want me to do when I'm getting close….when I go off?"
"Let nature take its course," Scott said.
"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" Doug asked in disbelief.
"However you want to finish it," Scott said.
"Aww, Mannnn!"
Scott hunkered down with his face in Doug's crotch, nuzzling and lapping his balls.
"OOhhhhhh!"
"That feel good, too?"
"Aww, you know it! Geezuss, what else are you going to do to me?"
"Depends on what you'll let me do."
"Anything," Doug said. "Any fuckin' thing you wanta do."
Scott shoved his arms under Doug's legs and placed them on his shoulders. His thighs were heavy with muscle. He lapped and sucked on his balls and lapped in under them. He wanted to go further. He'd never done that before, he was always afraid to. He wanted to do it to Doug but he was afraid of his reaction. It might be taking things too far. But the hard marine butt beckoned and gave him courage. The gentle aroma of maleness and soap or deodorant wafted up to his nostrils. He ventured a little bit at a time, lapping his tongue back and forth across the hard vein of cock that reached between his legs to disappear into his body. Doug wasn't minding. At least he wasn't voicing nay objection.
Doug was nearly breathless with anticipation. Was Scott heading where he thought he was heading? He was afraid to respond; he didn't want to make Scott think he had to do it. But he laid his legs out wider and lifted his butt up higher to welcome Scott's oral advances. When there was little doubt where Scott was headed, Doug wrapped his arms under his knees and pulled his legs up against his chest, tilting his butt up off the mattress, spreading it out wide. He held his breath, waiting the interminable moment for Scott's tongue to connect. When he did, Doug choked on his outcry. He gasped and coughed and half-sobbed before he was able to make a sound.
"Oh, Fuckkkk!" he gasped. "Awww, Scott......ohhhh, yeah, do it.....lick it ...tongue it.....eat my ass, man....OOhhhh!"
Scott devoured Doug's ass like a hungry wolf. He forced his face hard in the wide crevice, lashing his tongue around the clenching hole. He flicked the opening with the tip of his tongue and it clenched harder and wider. He pulled Doug's butt apart and drove his tongue inside the hot, velvety hole.
"AAAAWWWWWWHHHHHHH!" Doug yelled. He toned it down and began gasping and moaning and whimpering. "Ohhhh....Oh, my Goddd. Awww, Scottt, you're driving me nuts! Aww......ohhhh.....ohhhhh.....ohhh, fuck, buddy, where'd
you learn to do this!"
Scott didn't stop to answer. He had hit on a way to make Doug crazy with pleasure and he wasn't going to stop. If only Doug knew what pleasure he was experiencing himself, lashing and tonguing and eating his asshole.
Suddenly Doug shoved Scott's head away and turned over on his hands and knees. "Here, you can get at it better," he said breathlessly. He set his knees wide apart and bent down with his shoulders against the mattress, spreading his butt wide.
Scott went at it with renewed enthusiasm. He dug his fingers into the rubbery rim of his asshole and pulled it wide open. He could see the palpitations inside the hole. He drove his tongue into the soft, pink lining. Doug squealed and whimpered as he pressed his face and shoulders into the mattress, clawing at the sheet. Scott could barely contain his own lust. His cock was like a steel rod, so hard it bobbed up against his belly when it throbbed.
"Ooonnnhhh.....UUmmmm, you taste so fuckin' good," Scott moaned.
"Yeah, you like that ass? Tastes good? Eat it, man, tongue it, get your tongue in there deep....Awwwhhh, yeahhh ohhh.....ohhhh, God, don't stop. Don't stop, Scott....you're gonna make me come.....Ohhh....Ohhh....Ohh, shit, I'm gonna come!"
"Turn over, I want see it," Scott said.
"Yeah. Fuck, yeah, you wanta see me shoot?" Doug growled as he turned over and pumped his cock in one fist.
Scott nuzzled his crotch and sucked his balls.
"Ohhh, yeah, eat `em.....lick my balls....ohhhhh, it's comming.....it's coming .....AAWwhwhhhhhhh!"
Scott felt the powerful surge up through the underside of Doug's cock and a second later, the huge flesh rocked exploded. Come shout up in the air about six feet, hung suspended for a split second, then fell to his stomach. It was followed by another, equally powerful. Then another, and another. Come was splattering everywhere. Scott was breathless with excitement and he moved his tongue up along the underside of the belching cock, hoping to capture the head before he was done shooting his load. He didn't make it but he got a couple
of hard blasts of hot come all over his face.
Doug collapsed into a heap of muscle on the bed, his hand moving up and down his cock in slow motion. His eyes fluttered and his hand finally stopped. His cock felly heavy and still half-hard diagonally across his stomach, still belching spurts of come all over his hip. Scott remained between his legs, lapping up the come that ran down his balls.
"Fuck!" Doug gasped, out of breath. He lifted his head and looked down at his body. "Goddam, Scott, I don't know where you learned to do that, but I'm sure glad you did. Shit, what a mess," he said, swiping one hand across his come- streaked chest. "Man, I'm sorry about the mess. I'll get a towel," he said as he climbed out of bed.
Scott wanted to stop him but he made no attempt. He wanted Doug to lie back and let him clean up the mess with his tongue. But he couldn't say it. Doug returned with a towel and a wet washcloth.
"Here, you can clean the stuff off your face," he said, handing him the washcloth. "Fuck, I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to shoot all over your face."
"It's okay," Scott said. "It was my fault, I didn't get out of the way."
Doug made a couple more swiped to catch the come running down his belly. "I'm gonna go shower," he said.
Scott half expected him to invite him to join him. What could be the harm in it, now. Except that maybe he was clinging to his macho manhood now that he'd expended his manly lust. Maybe there had to be a line between them that couldn't be crossed no matter what they did together. Scott was hurt.....he was gay and Doug was straight and the two couldn't meet except in raw sex....but his deep satisfaction more than made up for the hurt.
"Hey, Scott, you wanta shower? Come on in, there's room for two."
His heart did a little flip-flop and his happiness took his breath away. He went into the bathroom where Doug had the shower curtain pulled back for him.
"I guess it can't hurt to shower together, after that," Doug said.
Scott wanted to take the soap and cloth and wash Doug's body but when Doug didn't offer it, he backed away from the idea. There was, indeed, a fine line between them.
Afterwards, they lay side by side, naked, basking in the aftermath.
"Whew! I don't believe what just happened," Doug said.
"I hope you're not having any regrets," Scott said.
"Regrets? Hell, no! Man, I can't believe you ate my ass out. That was the most incredible thing anybody ever did to me. I want you to know, I'm glad you came down here" Doug said. "I was leery of the idea at first."
"How come?" Scott asked. "I was, too, but why were you?"
"I don't know. I wasn't sure how it'd be, meeting up after your news. I didn't know what changes I would see in you. Why were you leery?"
"I was afraid I would loose your friendship," Scott said.
"That sort of pisses me off, you know? That you didn't have any more faith in our friendship."
"I'll never doubt it again," Scott said.
"Me either." He chuckled softly. "Shit, that was about as friendly as you can get."
"That's not all, unless you want it to be," Scott said.
"Whatever else you've got to show me, I'm all yours, if you want me, till midnight tomorrow night," Doug said.
Scott turned his head to face Doug, his eyes wet with emotion. "I want you so dam bad it hurts. I want to make you feel everything I know how. I want you to go back to your barracks with the memory of this night so ingrained in your mind that it'll be there forever."
"Trust me, I won't ever forget this night," Doug said.
Scott reached over and laid his hand on Doug's hip. "I wish I could show you everything I want to."
"Who says you can't?"
"You wouldn't go for it," Scott said.
"If you mean......no, I can't reciprocate, if that's what you mean."
"I wouldn't expect you to. That's part of what makes you, you," Scott said. "But that's not what I meant."
"Before you say I wouldn't go for it, why don't you try me?" Doug said.
"What if I kissed you?"
Doug recoiled a little. "I don't think I could handle that," he said.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Scott asked.
Doug's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. "You mean....f-fuck you.....in the ass?"
"Yes."
He heaved out a loud sigh. "I never.....I mean, I don't know.....Okay, yeah, why not? Yeah, I'll fuck you, if you want me to."
Scott got up and went into the bathroom to get the lube out of his bag. His hands trembled as he squeezed some on his fingertips and applied it between his buns. It's gonna happen. I'm going to get fucked by my best buddy. God, how many nights had he gone to sleep with this fantasy. When he was well lubed he got a bottle of poppers out of his bag and returned to the room.
"I hope you don’t mind, I'm gonna need this," he said, placing the poppers on the night stand. He stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide apart. "Or do you want me on my stomach?" he asked.
"I don't know, you’re calling the shots, I've never done this before," Doug said. "However is best."
"I just figured you would probably want it like you were with a girl," Scott said.
“Fuck, no way I could mistake you for a girl.”
When Doug was between his legs on his knees, Scott lifted legs up onto his shoulders. "Just take it easy going in," he said.
"Is it going to hurt?"
"Like all hell," Scott said.
"Hey, we don't have to......"
"Oh, yeah. We do," Scott said. "I've dreamed of this for too long. I want you to fuck me. It's gonna hurt, but the poppers will help me get through it," he said, reaching for the poppers.
Doug hunkered forward, pushing his cock into the crevice of Scott's butt. His cock found the deepest point and pressed against the hot hole.
Scott took the cap off the bottle of poppers and held it at the ready.
"You ready?" Doug asked.
"Yes."
Doug pushed. He could feel the rubbery pit give but he didn't go in. He wondered what it would feel like. Like a pussy, probably. Maybe tighter, going through that tiny hole.
Scott put the bottle up to his nose and breathed in one nostril then the other, and repeated both nostrils. "Give it everything you've got," he said as he placed the bottle on the table.
Doug shoved again, hard. It wasn't a thrust, but he put all the considerable power of his butt muscles behind it. Scott's hole was forced open and the thick muscle of his asshole squeezed around his cockhead like a giant rubber band.
Scott coughed out a gasp of pain but didn't cry out. The poppers made his head spin and his lust kick into overdrive.
"Fuck, yeah, shove it in. Give me all of it," he said bravely.
It was one steady, hard shove, all the way in to the hilt. Doug could feel the soft lining of Scott's ass giving, stretching around his cock. He hit something and maneuvered around it to go deeper.
"AAWwwwwhhhhhhhh!" Scott moaned when he was completely impaled on the huge cock. He rolled his eyes back and breathed in and out.
"You can say that again," Doug said, sounding out of breath. "Fuck, I never felt anything like this."
"Ohhh, me either," Scott said. "Goddam, that thing is big!"
"If it's too big, I can......."
"No," Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug's hips. "No, don’t even think about taking it out. The pain's going away, then I want you to fuck me."
They held still for a moment. Doug felt Scott's asshole squeezing steadily around his cock. It felt wonderful. It was like sticking his cock in a furnace, or a bucket of warm honey.
"Ohhhh, tell me when I can do it," Doug said. "This feels so fuckin' good, but I wanta start moving."
"Go ahead."
"How do you want me to do it? Hard, fast, slow, or what?"
"It's your call," Scott said.
"Yeah, I'll be able to tell what's making you feel good, won’t I?" Doug said. He pulled back, withdrawing his cock to the head, then shoved back in. "Awwhhhhh......."
"Yeah, do that again," Scott said.
He shoved back in again. And again. Each time he picked up a little speed and shoved a little harder. "That feeling okay so far?" he asked.
"It's feeling incredible," Scott said. "It doesn't matter how you do it, it's the feel of your cock inside me that's driving me crazy, and watching your muscles."
"Feel `em if you want," Doug said.
"Oh, yeah, I want to," Scott said as he ran his hands over Doug's muscles. "Godd, I've wanted to get my hands on you like this......"
"I wanta make all of your old wishes come true," Doug said.
Doug fucked him for over an hour. He fucked him every which way but loose. Slow, hard, fast, gentle.
"I hope I'm not going on too long," he said after awhile. "I'm pretty long winded. I can fuck all night. You tell me when you want me to stop."
"Not till I feel that hot load of come shooting up inside me," Scott said.
"That what you want, my load in your guts? I can give you that," Doug said. He shifted to a hard, steady pace, fucking him with a mission.
"Ohhh....ohhhhh, yeah.....you're hitting all the right spots"
"Going in deep enough?"
"Yeah......hard and deep.....ohhh. Goddd, keep doing that, I'm gonna come before you do."
"That's okay, I don't have to come."
Moments later, Scott was moaning and writhing under him. "It's gonna have to be okay.....you just tripped my trigger. I'm comming.....ohh, fuck, don't stop.. Don't stop, Doug, fuck me......Ohhhh, fuck me," he cried as he pumped his cock.
A moment later his cock bolted and throbbed in his fist then exploded. "AAAwwhhhhhhh!" he cried as the stuff shot out all over his face. He aimed it up and it shot over his head, but then he lost control and come was flying everywhere.
Doug fucked him all the way through it, gradually slowing his pace till he was almost in slow motion by the time Scott was done coming. "You finished?" he asked as he eased his hips back and forth slowly.
"Yeahh.....yeah, but you don't have to stop," Scott said.
"You shot your load, it's not going to feel as good, is it?” Doug said as he started to pull his cock out.
"Leave it in, just lie on top of me," Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug's butt.
"Be glad to, but I'm gonna get heavy," Doug said.
"I like the weight of your muscles bearing down on me, and your cock throbbing inside me."
"Okay, but I gotta warn you, if I leave it in there, it's gonna want some more action."
"You can fuck me again as soon as I take a breather," Scott said.
"Thanks, I will. Meanwhile, why don't we lay on our sides, I'll put my cock back in from behind," Doug said.
They separated and lay on their sides and Doug shoved his cock back in, lying behind Scott.
"Ohh, this is nice," Scott said.
"Yeah, it is," Doug agreed.
After only a few minutes, Doug started to squirm against Scott's backside, as if he were shifting positions, but Scott could tell he was getting anxious to fuck him again. He smiled at being able to turn the big marine on so. He let him suffer for a few minutes.
"It's okay, if you wanta fuck me again," he said.
"Aww, yeah, my cock's been pissed ever since I stopped," Doug said.
He fucked him from behind, with Scott's leg held high in the air.
"I don't wanta hold off," Doug said.
"Okay, shoot it," Scott said.
"I can fuck you again even after I shoot. But I gotta come. This is too damned good to keep under control." He fucked him for a few more minutes then pulled his cock out. "Turn over, I want you on your back again," he said. He entered him again from the top and began fucking him.
Scott reached for the poppers.
"Is it hurting?" Doug asked.
"No. It's feeling great," Scott said. "This'll make it feel
even better." He snorted the aroma into his nostrils, two doses, then the bottle up for Doug. "Try it. It'll make you sail," he said.
Hesitantly, Doug let Scott hold the bottle to his nose. He held one nostril closed while he breathed in the other, then reversed. He did it again, for good measure, he said. It took less than a minute for the stuff to kick in. Doug's head started spinning in a strange kind of heat and he felt himself sailing, just
like Scott said.
"Ohh, Geezusss!" he gasped.
"Feels good, don't it?"
"Aww, fuck.....Awwwhhhhh, shit I wanta fuck you so hard....I wanta fuck you a new asshole," he exclaimed as he shifted into high gear. He fucked him so hard the bed shook and the headboard tapped against the wall. "I ain' t gonna hold off," he gasped. "I'm gonna come.....gonna fill you so full of come, you'll hear it sloshing when you walk. Ohh;....Ohhhh, you ass feels so good.....so tight and hot.....shit, YOU feel good, stud. Muscles feel a lot different from a girl's soft body. Fuck me back. Slam your ass up at my cock." He leaned down over him, smashing their bodies together, his face buried in the crook of Scott's neck. "Aww, yeah, flex those muscles for me. Nice thick, hard pecs.....Shit, feels almost as good as your ass. Shit, Scott, if I wasn't......ohhhh......ohhh.....ohhhh, fuck, what does it matter who's straight and who's gay....." His voice trailed off into a fog and their eyes met for a couple of seconds before he smashed his mouth over Scott's.
"UUhhmmmmmm," Scott moaned in surprise. He wrapped his arms around Doug's broad back and hugged him closer as he humped his butt up to meet his thrusts. Doug was doing the kissing, mouth open. His tongue darted into Scott's mouth, lashed around his own tongue, causing them both to squeal and moan. Then he felt the wonderful sensation of liquid heat shooting up inside him.
"Ohhhh, you're comming!"
"Fuckin' A-right," Doug growled as he pumped his cock back and forth in half-cock jabs. "Comming like a fuckin' horse."
"Oh, yeah, give it to me. Pump it in me. Fill me up with your hot come."
He seemed to go on forever. Finally he collapsed on top of him, his face against his neck, breathing hard in his ear.
"Dam, Scott, that was fuckin' wonderful," he gasped.
"Yes."
"You've got a hot ass. Tight, too. Hell, it's still squeezing my cock like a giant rubber band."
"I wanta milk out every drop," Scott said.
"I think you got it, my balls are drained," Doug said as he raised up. He stayed up over him for a moment then shoved himself back onto his haunches. His cock pulled part way out and he eased back to pull it the rest of the way. It fell onto the bed, leaving a tiny spot of come. "Shit, I think you stretched it," he said. "Looks about six inches longer."
"If that thing got six inches longer, I would've been yelling and sucking poppers like mad," Scott said.
Doug went into the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned against the sink, thinking about what had happened; what he'd done. It was several minutes before he raised his head and looked in the mirror. His eyes fell on his lips; lips that had kissed another guy. Of all that'd happened, that was all he could think about. "I kissed another guy!" he whispered. "Yeah, you
fucked him, too, but kissing a guy....Shit, if that don't make me
…..." He cut his words off before THAT word came out. He reached in and turned on the shower. He needed a shower, bad.
He didn't like the thoughts he was having. There was a jumble of them; half wishing that Scott hadn't come, that they hadn't done what they did. Geezuss, what would Chelsea think if she ever found out! He wished it'd been Chelsea who had come down to see him instead of Scott. But that wasn't fair to Scott. He had invited him; encouraged him to come. It wasn't rape. He had no right to put the blame on Scott. The blame was all his. The only thing Scott had done was reveal the truth about himself.
"Hey, are you okay?" Scott asked.
Doug tensed at his presence in the bathroom. "Sure, why shouldn't I be?"
"I mean, you're not going to get all fucked up in the head, are you?"
"No. There's nothing to get fucked up over," Doug replied. He wasn't sure he believed it, but saying it out loud was a first step in convincing himself. He decided to let it end right where it had ended. Maybe he should go back to the barracks to sleep for the rest of the night. But that would make it look like he was fucked up over it. Okay, he could brave the night out, just stay on his own side of the bed.

Doug let Scott have the shower. He dried off and slipped on a pair of shorts and got back in bed. Having his shorts on should give Scott a hint. He tried to think what their relationship would be, now. Not the same, like he thought it would be. Nothing would ever be the same between them. They would still be best friends, just not the same best friends. In his mind he was thinking about how he could get Chelsea to come down to see him. He needed to see her, bad. He turned on the television to have a point of focus and diversion when Scott came out of the bathroom.
"Do you want another beer?" Scott asked as he came out of the bathroom, drying off.
"No, I'm okay," Doug said.
Scott looked at him. "I don't think you are," he said.
Doug glanced at him and looked away, too quick.
"Don't make me sorry I came down here," Scott said.
"No need for you to be, I'm not," Doug said. But he wasn't sure how he felt now about Scott's visit. The sex was great, but that wasn't what their solid relationship was built on. He stretched out, hoping to get some sleep, on his back because he didn't want to appear to be turning away from Scott.
Scott was quiet but Doug knew he wasn't asleep. He knew he was watching him. He tried to pretend to sleep, but the real thing never came, and before long his juices were boiling again. He was in bed with his best buddy who liked to give head and get fucked and practically worship his body, and it was a shame to waste the short time they had together. He wished Scott would reach over for his cock again. He wanted to tell him it was okay but he didn't want it to look like he was using him. He felt Scott get out of bed and then heard the door to the deck open. He opened his eyes and watched his buddy standing in the soft light. He liked what he saw and there was a tingling as he recalled what Scott's muscular, smooth body felt like under him; how wonderful his full lips felt around his cock. He lay for a long time, waiting for Scott to come back inside. When he did, Doug was going to be awake. When Scott didn't come in, he climbed out of bed and went out on the deck.
"You're not getting all fucked up in the head, are you?" he asked quietly, coming up beside him.
"No, but I'm afraid you are," Scott said.
"I'm not. I told you I'm not," Doug said.
"You weren't asleep, were you?" Scott asked.
"No, I couldn't sleep."
"Were you pretending, to shut me out?"
"No. I was trying to sleep. Why would I want to shut you out all of a sudden, after what we did?" Doug said.
"I was afraid what we did might be the reason you would want to shut me out," Scott said.
"You're complicating things again," Doug said, laying his hand around Scott's butt. Scott flexed it for him. "Yeah, that's it, make `em nice and tight. You've got a great butt, in case nobody's told you that lately," he said in a light-hearted tone.
"Thanks, so have you," Scott said with a warm smile.
"Sorry it can't be as functional as yours," Doug joked.
"Oh, it's very functional," Scott said.
"Does this uncomplicate things," Doug asked, squeezing his butt.
"It does more than uncomplicate things."
"You, uh...said you had this fantasy of the entire football team in the locker room. I might be able to arrange that, if you were serious. Well, not high school jocks, and not a locker room, but would you settle for a bunch of marines?
"How could you arrange that, with your don't-ask-don't-tell policy?"
"I met this guy from another company who told me about a gay in his company who takes care of a lot of guys. The field sergeant is even in on it; he furnishes his room in the barracks for the guys to use. I could get hold of the guy and see if he would want to round up a bunch of his buddies and bring them out to meet you."
Scott laughed nervously. "I shouldn't admit it, but you're taking my breath away just talking about it."
"Why shouldn't you admit it? You're being up-front about everything else. We both are."
"It would be a dream come true, but...what're you going to think of me if I say yes?"
"Hey, if you arranged to have a bunch of girls to come out and meet me I would be dammed grateful. The tables are turned, that's all," Doug said. "It's up to you. If you don't want to...."
"I want to, but.....I'm a little scared, having a room full of marines expecting who knows what from me."
"They won't expect anything you don't want to do, I promise you that," Doug said.
"You would.....be there, then?"
"Yeah, I figured I would. But I won't if you don't want me to."
"I don't know. I have to think about it."
"You don't have a whole lot of time to think it over," he said. "I'll have to go back to the base and look the guy up so he can round up some guys to bring out here tomorrow, or late tonight, and I don't know if there would be very many guys who can get passes on such short notice. I could try to arrange for you to go on base and use the field sergeant's room but the other guy might get jealous. And I don't know how many marines that guy is taking care of. It might be more than you want to handle."
"Maybe we'd better make it another time," I said. "You're about more than I can handle."
"You handled me just fine," Doug said. "Better than most girls I've been with." He put his arm across Scott's shoulder. "Okay, I admit, I was letting myself get all fucked up in the head. I wishing Chelsea had come down to see me..."
"Instead of me," Scott said.
"Yeah. I wanted to believe I wished it was her instead of you, but deep down I don't. Maybe it was guilt that set in after I got my rocks off. When I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw a guy who just kissed another guy and it gave me a jolt. I had all kinds of emotions bouncing around in my head. You probably have, too."
"No, I'm okay. The only emotions I have...I'm just so damned thankful you accepted me for who I am."
"Hey, that was no big deal," Doug said.
"It's a huge deal," Scott said. "Then you let me act on my
feelings; that was something I didn't even dare hope for."
"Well, that part was a big deal for me, too, you acting on your feelings. And I didn't let you. I wanted you to. I don't want to sound like a selfish pig, but...I want to again, if you do."
"You don't know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you when you were trying to sleep in there, but you put on your shorts and I thought you were sending me a message."
"I was. Mostly, I was protecting my masculinity. But I would like to send you another message...while you're thinking and deciding whether you want me call in the marines," Doug said as he moved behind Scott and pressed himself against him.
Scott reached back between them and Doug stepped back so he could squeeze the front of his shorts. "Message received," he said.
They went back in the room and Doug stood beside the bed. "What do you want to do?" he asked.
Scott reached out and slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. ""I'll think of something," he said as he pulled them down. Doug's rubbery cock swung free, like a hunk of radiator hose. Scott wrapped his hand around it and pulled on it. For measurement, he wrapped his other hand around it. "Shit, it takes three hands to hold this thing," he said.
"But you've only got two hands; you'll have to improvise," Doug said.
"I can do that," Scott said as he went to his knees in front of him and began licking up and down and all around the shaft.
"Ohh, your tongue feels so good," Doug whispered. "But I want to feel your mouth on it...take it, please...suck it."
Scott took his time licking his tongue around the thick shaft and lapping and kissing his balls before he finally captured the head with his mouth.
"Awwhhhhhhhhhh," Doug moaned with great relief. "Ohh, Godd, I wish I could tell you how good that feels."
You just did, Scott thought; you just did.
It was nearly an hour before he was rewarded with another powerful load of the marine's hot, thick come. He received it and held it in his mouth to savor the taste of the precious male nectar. Doug never went down, and a few minutes later he fucked him. He made Scott go off.
"Fuck, man, you come like a power hose," Doug said of the ropes of come that streaked Scott's body.
"Yeah, it was pretty intense," Scott said, out of breath.

Doug went to the bathroom to wash up and came back with a washcloth and towel. Scott reached for it.
"I'll do it," Doug said as he began wiping the come off of him.
When he came back from taking the towel and wash cloth into the bathroom he stretched out on his stomach. "I didn't want you to get the wrong message, but we need to get some sleep. We've got another day ahead of us tomorrow."
Scott drank in the sight of him again. His muscular body, even relaxed, looked like he'd been carved out of stone. His arms looked like they were bulging and his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. His thick thighs spread apart a little, with his tight butt set perfectly rounded on his hips.
"Do you mind if I used your butt for a pillow?" Scott asked as he scooted down on the bed and rested his head on Doug's butt.
"Uh-oh. Somehow, I don't think I'm going to get any sleep," Doug said.
"No, I promise I'll keep my tongue in my mouth and my mouth shut," Scott said.
Doug squirmed under him. "You need to be thinking about your fantasy," he said. "Whether you want me to make it come true for you."
They slept soundly and late. It was nearly nine o'clock before they woke up to a tapping on the door.
Doug stirred and got up. "Who the hell could that be? Nobody knows I'm here, unless...shit, how the hell did they find me?" he muttered as he stumbled sleepily to the door.
"Doug, are you going to put something...on...?"
But it was too late. He was opening the door and Scott heard the gasp from the maid. "Ohh...Oh, dear...I'm sorry...I come back."
"Sorry, I guess I should have put this on the door." Doug said. He was laughing sleepily as he came back to the bed. "Shit, I'll bet I scared that poor woman half to death," he said, laughing.
Scott stretched languidly.
Doug reached over and squeezed his thigh. "Did you think it over? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call in the marines?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
They showered and were dressing to go to the diner and eat.
"After last night, you don't know how hard it is for me to shower and get dressed without...well, you know."
"Yeah, I know. But we gotta eat," Scott said.
They looked over the menus and were waiting for a waitress.
"Dam!" Doug swore suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Scott asked.
"I should've bought some beer yesterday for those guys.
The diner also sold beer and wine and hard liquor, but it was Sunday. Doug tried to convince Lillian, the waitress, to sell him some but she refused.
"Can't do it. You'll have to come back tomorrow," she told him.
"Tomorrow will be too late. I need it now, today," Doug said, eyeing her name tag. "Look...Lillian...can't I just leave enough money on the table and you let me walk out with it, like I was stealing it. You didn't sell it to me and you don't see me take it. You can ring it up tomorrow."
The waitress laughed, her busty bosom shaking with her laughter. "Dam, boys, no wonder we never loose a war. Does the marines teach you to think like that?"
"Well, she didn't say no," Doug said with a shrug as she walked away.
"She didn't say yes, either," Scott said.
"If she didn't say no, she don't have to say yes," Doug said. He took his wallet out and pulled out two twenties and a ten and laid them on the table.
Lillian came with their breakfast and a sly grin. "If a couple of marines were going to steal booze from me, how much would they take?" she asked.
Doug shoved the money to the corner of the table. "Less the cost of breakfast and your generous tip," he said.
"Honey, I oughta make you guys be my generous tip," as she said.
"That could be arranged," Doug said quickly. "I'm stationed here. He's not, but I am, I could come back next time I get a pass."
Lillian threw back her head and laughed. "Lordy, stud, I couldn't handle you," she said. "If you'd just come along about twenty years earlier…..." she said as she picked up the money. "I have to stock the shelves in the spirits department then I'm going to be pretty busy in the kitchen, so you boys help yourselves to coffee refills or anything else you need."
Doug was all smiles when she walked away.
"Dam, you're smooth," Scott said.
When they were ready to leave there were two brown paper bags
sitting on the floor behind the end of the counter, nearest the door. They picked them up and left.
Back at the room, Doug made a phone call to E Company while Scott went to get some ice to ice down the beer. He had to wait till somebody found Conner Best.
"This is Doug Brady. Do you remember, we talked about some activities going on in E Company? Yeah...those activities. Well, I've got a guy who thinks he might be interested...No, the other way around...HE'S interested, if you can round up some guys. The Falcon Motel...whenever you can get here but make it around noon; he's gotta go back tonight...whoever can get passes, as many as you can pile in a car...No, he's an old team mate of mine...Yeah, okay, see you."
He turned to Scott just coming in the door from his second trip for ice. "Okay, your fantasy is in motion," Doug told him.
"How many are coming?" Scott asked.
"He doesn't know how many guys can get passes," Doug said.
"Whew! All of a sudden I'm finding it hard to breath," Scott said.
Doug opened a beer and handed it to him. "I know it's early, but maybe this will help settle your nerves."
Scott took a long swig of beer. "All of a sudden I'm in a cold sweat. I think I need a shower," he said. He needed to get ready, cleaned out, squeaky clean, smelling good. Godd, he felt like a teenager getting ready for prom night. He put on a pair of onion-skin running shorts and a tank-top; no shoes, no socks.