It getting late, so I figured I'd go out to the bar. John hadn't come over that night, so I said fuck it. I hate late people, but even worse are no shows. Oh well. I was just stationed here about a month ago, and I hadn't known anyone here except for John, a buddy of mine. We went to boot camp together at Parris Island, and when I learned he was gonna be here, I thought I'd hook up with him. You know, hang out, go to bars together, and just chill.
Well, this night, he was probably out with some bitch fuckin' her. After all, that is all he wanted. He's a nympho, and he won't stop til he gets some. I guess I'm the same way, with guys. I just don't make it as obvious as he does.
So, off to the local bar I go. San Diego is huge place, and fun also. I often just go to the str8 bars, but this night, I was pissed, horny as hell, lonely, and yearned to know what a gay bar was like, especially one next to a military installation. I am familiar with the strip they're all on, yet I have never been in one. The names sound obvious, and there's so many to choose from.
Well, not knowing a thing about gay bars, I decide to just go to the first one I see. I walk in, harassed by the bouncer, and I'm thinkin' that I better watch myself. Don't ask don't tell, ya know. But, soon I am more relaxed, and I go into another room where I see where it's all at. I walk in and see some Marines. I didn't know any Marines went to bars, but, I guess that's why I am there. So, I walk over, and get closer, and see that John is among the group of devil dogs in attendance. I am astounded, and shocked. He looked at me, smiled and said "I knew". I laughed, all red in the face, and nervous, and asked if he came here often. He told me that this was his main hang out, and that everytime he told me he was goin' to get pussy, he was actually goin' to the bar. Well, now I had a friend, not just a stranger, but the dude I went through boot camp with, and bunked with.
Well, John asked me to sit down and have a few beers with him, and we talked all about the corps. and how we loved it. He told me that he really did want to tell me that he was into guys, but he "knew" I wasn't and he thought I hated fags. It's just that you have to be careful, that's all. So, just the two of us, sittin' there a drinkin' beer. After about and hour, we agree to go to a straight bar, and check the scene out. I told him that I didn't want to risk gettin' caught and that now that we "knew" then we'd be able to carry on private affairs, and no one would ever know, but if we were caught in a fag hang out, God knows what would happen.
Well, once we left, he told me that he was in the mood for sex. He didn't want to go to another bar, he wanted to go to my place, and finish off the evening. So, to my place we went. We started out, drinkin' more beer, and I knew he was reachin' his limit, and suggested that he not drink anymore. He gets rowdy when he's drunk, and you never know what to expect. Well, at this point, he was rolling around on the floor laughing, and beggin' me to fuck him. It didn't take double thinkin' to make up my mind.
At once, I was down on the floor on top of him, kissin' him, and enjoying it. He tasted like beer, and tabacco, and he was shit faced. He also, was in his underwear, so, I decided to strip down too. Once I did, something wild hit me. It was his hands, grabbin' at my underwear, trying to rip em' off. He succeeded in his attempt. He grabbed my erect cock, and began suckin on it. His hot, steamy, sexy Marine mouth overwhelmed my shaft. He knew how to suck cock, and did it well. His saliva on my dick felt sensational refreshing. I started fuckin' his rough face, in and out, in and out, all the while him under me whimperin' like a but-crack nasty recruit. I orderd him to suck harder, and I pounded him harder, and harder, like a piston.
He let out fart after fart and soon the smell entered into my nostrills. I couldn't believe how good a man's farts could smell. I don't know, but somethin' about a man's farts sends me over the edge. It's sexy, cuz it's his ass smell. I craved it, and he knew it, and he laughed each time he farted, tellin' me to cream all into his mouth. I couldn't help it anymore. I let loose with bursting, ripping, cutting, torrents of white creamy hot guy cum all into his mouth. Some even leaked out, dripping onto the sides of his mouth, running all the way till it dropped to the ground beside him.
Well, now it was his turn. He got up, all cummy, and threw me to the ground, and crawlin' on top of me, he yelled out the famous devil dawg yell! He peeled off his underwear and grabbed his cock and made way to my ass. He pushed in, without even loosening me up, and lunged all the way to the hilt. I nashed my teeth in pleasure and pain, and he started going full throddle into my ass. If fucked me, and fucked me, and screwed me and humped me for what seemed like hours, but which was only a short period of time. Knowing how evily I got turned on to farting, he farted several times, maoning and making animalistice noises and laughing. I couldn't believe how good it felt to get pounded by a masculine marine. It was the best, and I will never forget it. He fucked me sore. I was so sore I couldn't feel my ass as this point, but I did feel his cum shots. At once, without a warning, he gasped as he felt he cum shoot out into my ass, filling my Marine guts with juicy, white, hot, tasty, man cum. It tore its way through my rectum. Filling me up, and gushing further and further up my guts. It felt like a hot water hose was blastin' up my ass. I burned, and it felt great. I wanted more, but by that time, it seemed he passed out onto my back.
By this time, I had collected a little jis to myself. I had a little more energy, and was ready to straddle him. I got up, and turned him over, onto his stomach, and then I went straight to his ass, parting the cheeks, and sniffing his fart maker. I stuck my tongue into his ass, it tasted like he hadn't bathed in a while, and was all dirty in his ass. But I wanted his raunch, and wouldn't stop until I got it. I cleaned him out well, and he tasted like man ass. I loved it. It tasted and still smelled like farts. I then stuck my prick into him and began to fuck his ass. I went at it, and soon let loose with torrents of marine cum as well, filling his ass up with it, and lettin' it soak into his being.
That night was one to be remembered, and one to be cherished. I will. I love him, and we've sine grown to love him. He loves me to.