Brian Kelly walked into the recruiter's office with some trepidation. He wasn 't a timid sort of guy...he'd been a jock since he was six...but all the stories about the military naturally gave him pause for thought. He gained his courage from his natural tendency to look at such things in life as a challenge. The young, sharp marine stood up from his desk and put out his hand. "Hey, glad you came in," he said. Brian took his hand, noting his name tag...Conner...and the strong, not-put- on grip and the sinewy muscles dancing in his forearm. He waved Brian to sit down. "I have to assume you're interested in joining the marines."
"Well, I want some information," Brian said, noticing the way the marine filled out the uniform, and trying to imagine what he would look like in it. "Okay, I'll give you my spiel then you can ask me any questions you want," the sergeant said.
Brian listened to the sergeant's canned speech about the tradition of the Marine Corps, how great it was to be a marine, what he could expect of the marines and of himself. Then he opened it up for questions.
"By the way, are you out of high school?" he asked.
"Finishing up my senior year," Brian replied. "Good, because you'll need a high school diploma." "Yes, from all I read and hear, it takes some smarts to get in. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm pretty sure I can pass the physical, but I' m not so sure about the mental part." "It takes no more than average intelligence," Conner said. "Mainly, we want to know you've got what it takes to finish what you started and finishing high school gives us some indication. Given that, we can find a place for you in the marines. There's a battery of tests to determine where you would be most suited. So far as the physical..." He paused and looked him over. "Well, obviously, you've got a head start on that, barring any hidden deficiencies." "I don't know of any hidden deficiencies. I don't know what they would be," Brian said. "I've been an athlete all my life and I take good care of myself." "Yes, obviously, I can see that from the way you fill out your clothes. But the physical training in the marines is different from pumping iron in the weight room. You could bench 300-pounds and not pass the Marine PT test. It's a whole different ball game. It's based on strength and stamina. Most guys who have the muscles don't have the stamina. But you've got the foundation, and most of all, what it takes to accomplish what you set out to do. You don't get to look like that by sitting on your ass." "Well, I think I can take whatever the Marines dishes out," Brian said. Conner nodded, smiling. "You came in with the right attitude. I like your confidence," he said. "But what kind of hidden deficiencies would they be looking for?" Brian asked. "Look, I can give you a preliminary physical if you like, see if there's anything we need to be concerned about or have taken care of before you enlist." "You can?" "It wouldn't be the official physical, understand; just a prelim. You couldn 't even tell anybody I did it. But sometimes I can detect a problem that can be addressed before you show up for your physical. Like flat feet, or an enlarged prostate, I can check for hernia...things that can be corrected in advance." "Well, I don't have flat feet, and I don't have any hernia that I know of," Brian said. "If you want me to do it, I can lock up for a little while," Conner said. "Sure, I guess. It wouldn't hurt," Brian agreed. Conner walked over and turned the deadbolt. "Okay, let's go in the back room." Brian followed him into a small office where there was a desk devoid of any papers, and shelves stacked with supplies. "You wanta strip down for me?" Sgt. Conner said. Brain hesitated. "If you've got a problem with that, you came to the wrong place," Conner said, laughing. "It can't be that big a deal, you're a jock." "No, it's no big deal," Brian said, a little embarrassed that he had been even the slightest bit hesitant about taking of his clothes. Conner rested his butt back against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Brian strip down. "Shit, the shape you're in, I'll be surprised if I find anything wrong," he said. There was an intense expectancy when Brian was down to his briefs. "You' re going to make a hell of a marine," he remarked when Brian straightened from taking them off and stood naked before him. "Okay, let's have a look at your feet." Brian lifted one foot then the other for the sergeant's inspection. "Those feet and those legs will carry you through twenty mile marches, easy," Conner said. He pulled up a chair and sat down. "Okay, stand in front of me with our feet apart. This is familiar to you, I'm sure." Brian took the stance that he knew so well. He knew this routine but he had a funny feeling about this stud-marine giving him the exam. Nobody but a doctor and some girls had ever touched him so up close and personal. "Fuck, that's gonna go over big in the barracks," Conner laughed as he shoved Brian's heavy cock to one side. He probed gently up into his crotch. " Cough." Brian coughed a couple of times. Conner shoved his cock to the other side and probed again. "Cough. Again..." Brian was a bit concerned that he seemed to linger on his left side. "Is something wrong? Did you find something?" he asked. "Looks like I found something all right, but nothing that's going to keep you out of the marines." He gave Brian's big cock a smack. "Goddam, how'd you get that thing so big?" he asked, laughing. "I don't know, it just grew," Brian said. "Everything's feels fine," he replied as he probed one more time. Brian winced when Conner lifted his balls in his hand and gently squeezed and mauled them with his fingers. "Looks like these are trying to keep up with your cock," Conner joked. "I gotta say, you're put together damned good down here. Better than most guys who come in here." "Thanks...I guess," Brian said nervously. "Okay, you know the routine from here. Bend over the desk and spread your feet," Conner said. "No, I...I don't," Brian said. "I never had this exam before." "They don't do it as part of your sports physical?" "No." "Well, you're in for a treat," Conner said with a chuckle as he reached over the desk and got a tube of lubricant out of the drawer, Reluctantly, Brian bent over the desk, propped up on his elbows, with his feet set wide apart. Conner scooted up behind him on the chair. "If you've never had this done before there might be a little discomfort right at first, but it's nothing you can't handle if you're going to be a marine," he told him. Brian jumped when he felt Conner's finger on his asshole. "Try to relax," Conner told him. "I just never had anybody touch me back there before," Brian said. Conner worked his finger around the tight hole, massaging the clenching muscle. Gradually, he felt the boy relax. "Ah, that's it, just relax and take it like a man," he told him. Brian winced again when the marine's thick finger slipped inside him. Thankfully, he held it still for a moment to let him get used to it. Then he began moving his finger around, massaging the inner muscles of his ass. "Ohh," Brian gasped softly. "You okay?"