Leave

On leave after boot camp. Meet a lawyer and eventually his buddies.

It was the thickest dick I had ever seen. Not the longest, but even the length was long enough to catch my attention. But I was absolutely stunned at the girth. The man, who I would later find out was named John, turned the shower off and looked at me looking at him. He winked, smiled, grabbed his towel and simply walked past me confidently saying, “One hour, Smithfield Law.”

John was around forty. I was home on leave, fresh from boot camp. The year was 1984. John played racketball everyday at the Y, I played the men everyday at the Y. Boot camp had put nearly sixty pounds of muscle on me. I was a PFC in the Marine Corps and had twenty days left before Infantry Training School. A few other men came into the shower, studied me, and I casually left the open show and put my uniform on.

Fifteen minutes early I stepped into Smithfield law in downtown Sioux Falls SD. The receptionist politely greeted me and asked if I had an appointment. I informed her that I did. I gave her my name and told her I was John Smithfield's 2:00. She told me to have a seat and was admiring my uniform. She asked me how long I had been in the Army. I told her I was a Marine and that I had just finished boot camp. She apologized and smiled before saying mostly to herself, “lucky boy.”

John came out smiling and stopped when I stood up. He wasn't expecting a Marine. “Richard, come in, come in.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Julie, hold all my calls.”

“Yes, Mr. Smithfield.”

John took my hand, shook it and would not let it go.

“100 points!” He says as he closes the door. Only then does he let go of my hand and walks over to his desk and pulls out a polaroid and tells me not to move.

“A fucking Marine!” He snaps another picture.

“Please tell me you're a bottom.”

“Power!” I begin to undress.

He continues to snap pictures.

A minute later I am standing naked before him with my erection at full attention.

John sets his Polaroid down and moves to a corner sofa, undoes his pants, drops them and sits.

“Come and get it jarhead”

I could smell him from across the room. He was excited. Precum was leaking from the tip of his behemoth. I walked over, spread his legs and slowly lowered my body until my mouth was inches from the tip.

Now some men smell sweat. Some musky. Others are dirty. For every man there is an odor. For John it was animalistic — primitive. I put my hand around his shaft and “fuck” escaped my lips.

“Exactly,” John said, “Now suck it.”

I picked the precum and knew I was in for a ride. He groaned and more leaked out.

“Fuck me.” My mind couldn't measure the width. 9, 10 — no more. Fuck I've seen skinnier ststallions. I didn't want to suck it. I wanted to feel it pounding my guts.

I stood up, spun around and lowered myself onto it.

The head stretched me. But I needed more.

I lowered myself deeper upon him. He grunted loudly and bucked his hips forcing his cock in by a few more inches. It was beyond huge. I wasn't sure.

John grabbed my hips, sprang up, spun us around and pushed my face into the couch.

There was no getting use to it. John didn't care. He trusted hard. Shoved his cock into me as far as it would go.

I blacked out.

I woke up moments later with John fucking me. Now I had been with hundreds of men prior to John. I had been passed around as a party favor countless times. But John wasn't going to share. My ass was lured by his precum and by now I figured he had tore me open. It happened countless times when I was a child. This was my first time as a Marine.

His rhythm made me think of the Marine Hymn and I started to sing it. All three verses. John shot his load as if he was a cannon for the 1812 Overture. My gut felt abused and hot. It was enough for me to shoot my load on his couch. I yelled as he smacked my ass.

I could hear Julie laughing as John slid himself out of me.

John and I went to dinner with friends of his so he could secure his 100 points putting him ten points in the lead. They passed the pictures of me around and later that night I was once again passed around by the six of them.

God it was Good being a Marine.