Man for Man

Overnight Pass


Waking up that morning was a process. I didn't wake up, really, as much as I came to the realization that I wasn't asleep. My body was dead weight on my bunk. I tried, although not very hard, to lift my arms but they wouldn't move. Neither would my legs. I opened one eye. I first realized I wasn't in my bunk when I saw the picture of the Gunny's wife on the footlocker. I was in Gunny's private room, not in the barracks! I didn't know how I got there, or when, but I needed to get out of there before he came back off pass. If he came in and found me passed out on his bunk, I would never get another pass. Fuck, how much did I have to drink, anyway?


I tried again to move, but more gently this time. I brought each muscle into play, starting with my eyelids, then my fingers, my arms, shoulders, then my toes and worked my way up to my hamstrings. It worked better that way. My butt felt sore when I clenched my butt muscles, like I'd done too many squats. Only I hadn't done squats for three days. I clenched my butt again and tightened my ass at the same time. It felt funny; didn't feel like it was very tight. It felt strangely loose. I carefully pushed myself up and stepped off my bunk. It took great effort to straighten and stand, and when I did, I suddenly felt something running down the inside of my thighs. I looked down, bewildered and surprised. It was only then that I realized that I had a jockstrap around my neck. It'd been well worn, I could tell from the faint odor of male musk. I pulled it off and used it to swipe at my thighs. I gathered a lot of the tuff in the jock and held it up for inspection. It was whitish, sort of thick and I was stunned at the unmistakable smell of semen. Shit, how the hell...?! Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks slammed into my guts. The only way there could be semen running out of my ass was if...Geezussss, I've been fucked! I'd had my ass fucked! That sudden realization threw me into a daze now, more than in a drunken hangover stupor.

I wadded the jock up in my fist and opened the door and looked out into the barracks. There were several guys still in their bunks, probably sleeping it off, too. One guy was reading, another was polishing his boots. I took one of Gunny's towels from his footlocker and walked out of the room bravely as I could and headed downstairs to the shower. There were guys asleep on the first floor, too, somebody was reading, another writing letters. I heard the water running in the shower. I hung the towel on the hook outside and went inside.

"Hey, Binford. Did you finally come to?" It was Steve Lange, one of my closest buddies.

"Yeah, finally."

"I thought you might have died," he joked. "I was going to check on you when I got out of the shower."

"I was afraid I wouldn't," I joked back. I tried to act normal and casual, like any other time in the shower. I was surprised how sore my butt muscles were. When I soaped up between my butt, I checked out my asshole. It felt loose and relaxed, and not tight closed up like normal.

"We missed chow," Steve said. "Do you want to go down to the PX and grab something to eat?"


Walking to the PX, my butt still ached but my asshole was feeling okay, except there was a funny feeling up inside me. An empty feeling, like there was a big void. Steve and I talked about the usual shit on the way to the PX, and I wondered if he knew anything about what had happened. I wanted to know, but I couldn't ask him. We filled our trays at the line and found a table in the corner of the small cafeteria. We continued talking about the usual shit, except twice I glanced across the table to find him looking at me sort of funny, then he would look back down at his tray. The third time it happened I nailed him.

"What the hell happened last night?" I asked boldly.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean. How did I end up in Gunny's room?"

"Fuck, how the hell should I know?" he said, laughing. "A lot of guys can't find their bunks when they come in off an overnight."

"But they don't find their way to the Gunnery Sergeant's room," I said.

He put his eyes back down to his food.

"You know, don't you?"

"Know what?" he said.

"You know what went on last night...what happened to me."

"I know you got drunk as a skunk," he said.

"How many were there?" I asked pointedly.

His eyes suddenly grew steely and he couldn't look away from me. I'd hit a nerve. He swallowed, hard. I heard it, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"I don't know," he said hoarsely and quickly shoved another bite of food in his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk.

I was getting more pissed by the minute, not only over what had happened to me, but also at my so-called buddy who was avoiding my questions.


"You fuckin' well do know," I said, fairly spitting the words out.

"No, I don't."

"How many were there, goddamit!!" I blurted out.

"I don't know, goddammit! There was a fuckin' line; shit, guys coming from other barracks!"

I felt like he'd hit me in the guts with both fists. I swallowed hard now. No wonder the stuff was running out of my ass like a dam broke. I had one more question for him.

"Were you one of them?" I asked.

He looked at me with a stunned look, and for a second I thought he wasn't, but then I saw the flicker of guilt his eyes.

"You bastard!"

"I was drunk, too," he said defensively. "Shit, you know I wouldn't have...not if I was sober...fuck, everybody was in on it."

"You never got sober enough to try to stop it?" I asked.

"How the fuck was I supposed to stop it? You expect me to take on a dozen guys by myself?"

"There were that many?"

"At any given time, till the end," he said. He dropped his eyes for a moment then looked back up at me. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, buddy."

I couldn't take any more. I shoved my tray toward him and stood up. "You know what? Don't ever call me your buddy again. Don't every call me anything again. Don't even come anywhere near me."

"I'm sorry, man!" he said, almost pleading. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything you say."

I shoved my chair back and walked out of the PX. I walked for a long time, trying to wipe it out of my mind, yet trying to reconstruct what had occurred. Or, what might have occurred, for I had no idea. I'd gotten my ass fucked, that was pretty much a given. I tried to guess how many guys had fucked me. A dozen at a time, at any given time; guys coming in from other barracks, he said. Hell, that could add up to twenty, thirty guys, maybe more. There had to be a lot of them to make my butt sort from the banging it got. I didn't go back to the barracks till lights out. I went quietly down the center aisle to my bunk and quietly undressed and crawled in. Sleep was a long time coming.

The worst came the next morning when the barracks came awake and everybody was going in and out of the latrine and the showers, getting ready for formation. I stayed back at my bunk in the corner and quietly got dressed, all the while, wondering how many of them knew. Worse, how many of them had taken part. I wondered how many of the big Marine cocks I saw swinging around the place had been inside my ass; how many pairs of balls had been emptied inside me.

I didn't know if the guys were treating me differently or if it was just me, but things changed drastically, at least in my mind. It got to me, and I began drawing into myself, all the while trying to act like nothing had happened. Finally, I went to see a chaplain; a priest. It was a long time after I sat down across from his desk before I could say anything.

"Son, I can't help you if I don't know what's bothering you," he said.

"There was a gang-bang in the barracks," I said.

He scowled. "Someone sneaked a woman into the barracks?"

"No. No, it wasn't a woman."

"Oh. You're saying it was...a male gang-bang."


"Did you take part?" he asked.

"No. No, I...well, in a way, I did, but not exactly...I...I was the victim," I stammered.

"I see," he said, nodding. "You said gang-bang. How many were there?"

"I don't know, I was passed out drunk," I said.

"Well, nothing good ever comes from to much booze," he said.

"That didn't give them the right to do what they did." I was a little pissed that he sounded like he was blaming me.

"No, no, I'm not defending their behavior," he said. "You say you were passed out; when you woke up, how did you know that anything had happened."

"Well, I was sore, for one thing. My butt muscles were sore from...the pounding, and I felt empty inside, and wide open. And when I stood up...when I stood up, stuff ran down my leg."


"Yes. Unmistakably," I said.

He lowered his head. "Son, I don't mean this to sound like it might sound, much semen? I ask because that could be an indication of how many there were."

"A lot," I said. "A lot. One of the guys who was in on it said there were at least a dozen guys standing in any given time, was the way he put it. He said there were guys coming in from other barracks."


"Oh, dear God." He sighed. "Have you reported it?"


"Good." He saw my surprised look. "I want you to know, son, that you are not the first one this has happened to. I've heard this story more times than I want to remember. The first time I heard it, early on in my enlistment, I urged the marine to report it to the authorities. In fact, I forced him to. I told him if he didn't, I would. You see, it wasn't told to me in the confessional, so there was no confidentiality, much like now. Well, he reported it, and it ruined his life. He was made the scapegoatthey made it out like he'd asked for ithe was given a dishonorable discharge. The perpetrators got off with a slap on the wrist. So if you can possible cope...if you can bring yourself to live with it, knowing you're not alone...well, I think you would be better off."

"What about them?" I asked.

"Its something they'll have to live with, too," he said.

"Somehow, a guy who would do such a thing, I don't think it's going to bother him all that much," I said.

"We can only hope and pray that they have consciences," he said.

So I took the padre's advice and began the process of coping. As time went on, I tried to push it back into the recesses of my mind and get on with my life as a Marine. I didn't feel much like a Marine on the inside, but I did a good job of faking it. But I was a good Marine, and it showed. Before long I was feeling okay about myself again as the event gradually sank into my subconscious. I think what hurt the most was that my best buddy, Steve, had taken part in it. Him and I didn't associate after that except those times when it was necessary in the line of training. Then one day I got a shocker. Another guy, Jason Cutter, asked me if I wanted to go running with him. Surprised, I was pleased that he'd asked, and I told him yes.

Colleges have a big man on campus; Jason was the barracks stud. He was good looking to a fault, with black, thick hair, dark eyes and square-jawed features that made him look like a model for a Marine poster. Six-two, about two-twenty, all muscle, the guy was tight; he rippled when he walked. He was the best-built specimen I'd ever seen. As if that weren't enough, he had a cock on him that made him the envy of the entire barracks. We had always been friendly, as Marines are, but not really tight, and it surprised me when he asked me to go running with him, because he was sort of a loner. Actually, it was more than he was asking me to go; almost like I would be doing him a favor if I did. He really wanted me to go with him.

After chow he came upstairs to my bunk wearing his combat boots and PT shorts that fit him like they were a size too small. They were tight around his thighs and made so they showed off his big bulge in front. He had a T-shirt tucked into the waistband of his shorts. Fuck, he looked downright sexy.

"In case it gets chilly on the way back," he said, pointing to the T-shirt.

I had changed into my PT shorts as well. I filled mine out pretty good too, but not like he did. I finished tying my boots and grabbed a T-shirt out of my footlocker and we took off.

"You wanta run to cadence?" he asked as we loped out of the company area onto the narrow, paved road that led out behind the barracks into the boonies.

"Sure," I said.

He sang out the verses and I repeated them. It was fun. Running or marching to cadence got you that extra mile when you didn't think you could run another step. Maybe it looked and sounded weird, just two Marines running to cadence, but we would probably be thought to be simply overly gung-ho. After a few miles, it didn't matter; we were too far into the countryside for anybody to see or hear us. A couple more miles and Jason stopped singing cadence and slowed to a walk. I thought it odd, because the guy could run all dam day and barely break a sweat, which was the reason he was so tight and ripped. I ran on ahead of him a little ways and slowed to a walk and let him catch up to me.

"You wanta head back?" I asked him.


"No. This is far enough," he said, as he swerved off the road and into the woods. He walked several yards and squatted down with his back against a tree. I wondered what was wrong. I followed him and stood back against another tree a few feet away with one foot cocked back against the trunk.

"I didn't ask you to go running just to go running, Binford," he said.

Okay, then why did he ask me to go running? I wondered but I didn't ask. I waited for him to continue.

"What happened to you that was mostly my fault," he said huskily.

I froze inside, angry that he'd brought it up, and that it was the reason he'd asked me to come along. I had it buried and it pained me to have it brought up again. He looked up at me, at my blank expression.

"It was a terrible thing we did. I don't know if anybody else has stepped forward, but its been eating away at me. I had to get it out," he said.

"How was it your fault?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I could've stopped it," he said. "Hell, look at me," he added, motioning with his hands to his muscular upper body.

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

He shook his head with despair. "I don't know. God, I really don't know. I'm so ashamed. Even more that I took part in it."

I tilted my head back against the tree, drawing in long breaths of air. What was I supposed to do with what he was telling me? What was I supposed to say? All the while I was trying to keep my anger in check as well as the humiliation that was rising again. Something in me wanted to kick him in the teeth, but another part of me had to respect that he was man enough to step up to the plate and own up to what he'd done; the only one. Well, my old buddy Steve had, but only because I nailed him with it. Another little bit of me tried to imagine the size of Jason's big cock when he was hard.

"How many were there?" I asked, finally.

"I can't say for certain. Twenty, twenty-five, maybe. Word spread and there were guys coming in from other barracks, " he replied.

"Twenty-five guys!?" I blurted out. I drew my foot down from the tree trunk and walked a few yards away, standing with my back to him. It was too much to take in, that I had been fucked by twenty-five guys, maybe more. More incomprehensible was the fact that there were that many guys in on it and not one of them tried to stop it.

"I don't expect you to accept it, but I'm apologizing from the bottom of my heart, from the pit of my stomach. I want to try to make it right. I don't know how, exactly, but if you've got any ideas...any way at all..."

"Fuckin' right, I've some ideas," I cut in angrily as I whirled around to face him.

He slowly got to his feet, as if to take a better stance to protect himself if he had to.

"I've thought long and hard about it, and if you want me to turn myself in, I will," he said. "I'll go to the CO and admit everything. I'll even name the others that I can, if you say so. I don't want to; I'm selfish enough to want to keep my career as a Marine, but I'll flush it all down the drain if it'll make up just a little bit for what happened to you."

Standing there watching the big hunk of a Marine humble himself like a boy was heart rending, especially when I saw him make a swipe at the tears welling up in his eyes. It was hard to imagine that he would ever be anything but a Marine, and I felt a bit heady that I had it in my power to destroy that dream, to bring this big, muscular god to his knees in total defeat and ruin his life. Still, he was the one who came forward, and despite what he'd done, I owed him something in return. Besides, with that many guys, I wasn't so sure he could've stopped it by himself.

"Bringing it all out in the open would destroy me, too," I said finally. "And I want to be a Marine just as bad as you do."

"Yes, it probably would," he agreed. "But I would go down with you, and we would take some others, if that's any consolation."

"It would leave a big black mark on the Corps, too," I said. "Like those Marines who were making gay jack-off videos on the side for extra money."


"That all passed. So would this, for the Corps. Not for us, though," he said. "Hell, I think they're making those videos again."

I walked a few yards off then walked back. Jason had resumed his position down on his haunches, leaning back against the tree. I went back and took up my position at my tree.

"If you'd rather not take that route, I know I'm pretty popular with the other guys. If you think it would help, we could hang around together, be close buddies. Maybe guys wouldn't think so much about it."

"You mean gain respectability by you letting me hang with you?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah, I guess that's what I mean. I know it sounds arrogant, but I didn't mean it that way," he said. "Look, I...I'll even..." He stopped and choked down his words, looking down at his boots. Then he took a deep breath and went on. "I'll even let you do the same thing to me, give me some of my own medicine. Or anything else you want me to do. Just give me a chance to make it right."

His offer jolted me to the core. It was beyond all comprehension that this big studly Marine would allow anybody to even suggest such a thing, let alone offer himself to such degradation. I felt the headiness again, only this time, from imagining what it might be like to bury my cock between his tight, round butt muscles. The thought stuck in my head and I couldn't shake it. When I didn't say anything, Jason shoved himself to his feet and pulled his T-shirt out of his shorts.

"I don't know what else to say," he said with a shrug as he pulled the shirt over his head. He looked at me, tight-lipped, and hitched up his PT shorts. "If you don't have anything to say to me, I'm heading back."

I didn't. I didn't know what to say to him. We ran back in silence. As we were about to enter the barracks, he thanked me for going running with him.

I had never said that I wanted to hang with him but a few days later he asked me if I wanted to go on liberty with him. I told him yes. I definitely wanted to hang with him away from the barracks. We had an overnight so we got a room at a cheap hotel that catered to servicemen. It was cheap to the point that you could rent a room by the hour. We got ours for the night. We planned on going out for a steak dinner then hitting the bars and picking up some women to take back to the hotel.

"Hey, I just remembered, we only got one bed in that room," I said as we were walking down the street.

"Won't bother me if it won't bother you or the ladies," Jason said.

"The kind of woman I intend to pickup, it won't bother her," I said.

"Hey, I'm not paying a hooker," Jason said.

"Right, like we would have to," I scoffed.

Things didn't work out the way we planned. We bar hopped too long, went from one place to the other, looking for something just a little better. Before long, the night was wearing on and the pickings were getting pretty scarce.

"Shit, you would think we never did this before," Jason said.

"Yeah, we fucked around and let those damned sailors have their pick and left us scraping the bottom of the barrel," I said. I stopped in front of the next bar as two young guys came stumbling out the door, laughing and holding each other up. They stopped when they saw us.

"Now I know I'm not that drunk," one of them said, looking us up and down. "You two studs are real, aren't you? I mean, you're not a mirage?" he asked as he reached out for Jason's arm. "Oh, fuck, that's as real as any arm I ever felt."

Jason pulled back with a scowl.

"We were just heading up to my place. Do you guys want to come along?" the other one asked.

"No, I don't think so," Jason said.

"Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to intrude. Don't worry, I won't ask and I won't tell if anybody asks me," he said.

"You didn't intrude on anything," Jason growled. His surly attitude sent the two guys on their way. "Geezuss, do you believe that? They're going to find their sorry asses in the brig."

"Somehow, I don't think they would mind that, as long it was an open cell," I said, half joking.

The bars were closing so we headed back to the hotel. We might as well have gone back to the ship but no self respecting Marine comes in early from an overnight pass. It's like carrying a sign on your back that reads, "I didn't get laid!" I sensed an air of uneasiness in the room as we undressed for bed.


"We're sharing the bed, so I'd better ask if you mind if I sleep naked. I do back in the barracks," Jason said.

"Yeah, I know. So do I," I said.

"Well no sense fucking with a good habit," he said and peeled down his shorts. He pulled the sheet back and stretched out across the bed, taking up more than his half. The sight of his taut, round, high and tight butt gave me thoughts of what he'd said to me out in the woods when we went running. I wondered if the offer still stood. I kicked my shorts away and stood beside the bed.

"You've got part of my half of the bed," I said.

He moved over, still on his stomach, with his left leg still slung across the bed. I crawled in beside him, careful not to touch him, lying crooked so I would avoid touching his leg.

"Okay, this is your chance if you want to get even for what I did to you," he said. "Your last chance. I wanta get it behind me," he added.

I was stunned at his remark; so stunned that I felt a tingly surge in my balls. I wondered if this was the real reason he'd asked me to come on liberty with him. I had already pretty much put it behind me and I had to wonder if he was anxious for me to retaliate. Maybe he wanted me to fuck him. I couldn't believe that, but there was no denying the invitation of his big bubble butt sticking up there and his legs spread out like an open invitation for me to crawl between them. I'd never fucked a guy before, but the idea had crept across mind a few times after I'd had my ass practically pulverized by all those guys. My hand went to my cock, pulling on it, as I stepped over to the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure you wanta do this?" I asked as I reached down and trailed my fingers over his smooth butt. It was like warm marble.

"No, I don't," he replied.

"Then we don't do it," I said, drawing my hand back.

"Whether I want to or not has nothing to do with it," he said. "You didn't want thirty guys fucking you, either, did you?"

"You said twenty or twenty-five," I said.

"Twenty, twenty-five, thirty, I don't know, I just threw that figure out. It could've been that many, though," he said over his shoulder. Our eyes met, his sort of smoldering, like he wanted to get on with it. Or, he wanted it. "I think you wanta fuck me," he said.

"I gotta admit, I'm curious," I said, touching his butt again.

"Then fuck me, dammit."

"Questions is, do you want it," I said.

"Yeah!" he replied in a snarl. "Yeah, I'm curious, too, okay? Because something made it so damned good when you were getting it that you had a roaring hardon most of the way through it and it made you shoot off a couple of the biggest loads I ever saw. Not all that come on you was everybody else's. Maybe you were too drunk to know it, but you liked it. At least your body did."

I didn't like him saying it but by now my cock was hard, as much from hearing him talk as from my own hand. Suddenly, he turned over on his back and lifted his legs up and pulled them against his chest, spreading his taut butt wide open. I could see his hole clenching.

"Climb on," he said.

He didn't have to tell me twice. I set my knee in the edge of the mattress and he twisted around on the bed so he was facing me at the edge of the bed. He clasped his hands around his butt muscles and pulled them apart, stretching his hole open, so wide that I could see the pinkish inner lining palpitating anxiously.

"One thing, you don't stop once you get started. I know its gonna hurt, but I don't want you to stop."

"Okay," I said as I spat in my hand and lubed up my cock. I set the head against his anxious hole and nudged forward to establish a snug connection.

"Give it to me," he said.

I shoved, relentlessly, forcing his sphincter muscle to stretch apart, then suddenly it burst open and swallowed the head of my cock.

"AAAwwggghhh!" he groaned in pain, pressing his head back in the pillow with a tight grimace. "Motherfuck!!" The muscles of his neck bulged.

I gaped down at the unbelievable distortion of his tiny asshole stretched so around the girth of my cock. Every muscle in his body was rigid; beautifully so, and I felt a twinge of lust at the sight. I even felt lust seeing the grimace of pain on his handsome face.


"Fuck! You're big!" he gasped.

"Not the biggest cock on the planet," I said. "I'll bet I took bigger."

"Yeah, you did," he said through his grimace. "That's the reason I didn't want you to stop and treat me like a pussy. I wanta get this over with but I wanta take it like a man."

"Tell me about the guy who was bigger," I said, pausing to let him get used to my size.

"Me, for one. Then there was a black guy, he had the biggest cock I've ever seen. We half expected to see the head come out through your mouth. He's the one who made you shoot off the biggest load. We all stood there with our mouths open, we didn't think you would ever stop shooting."

"Maybe I can do the same for you." I said as I sank my cock all the way to the hilt. It was exciting me to hear him talk about it, but it also pissed me off.

"OOOoaaawwwwhhhh! Awww, Geezusss! Where the fuck did you put it! Fuck!" he cried, gripping my arms tightly.

I didn't hesitate this time to let him get used to it. Once I had plowed him a new asshole, I started fucking him. I should've cared that I hurt him but I didn't. Partly because it felt so damned good, and partly because he wanted it, I was going to give it to him. If it hurt, it was his pain to bear, on behalf of the maybe thirty guys who fucked me. Sorry that he was the only one who'd come forward to accept their punishment. I wrenched out of the grip he had on my arms and clasped my hands around his ankles, spreading his legs out wide. I slammed into him so hard my loins were making smacking noises against his butt, causing him to grimace with pain. Then I brought his ankles together and shoved his legs forward so his feet were touching the mattress above his head then I arched up over his body to pile-drive my cock straight down into his ass.

"Awwhh! Awwhhh! Awww! Ohh...Fuck!" he cried with each thrust.

"Is this how they did it?" I asked.

"I...don't...know!" he cried. "Fuck, man, I...wasn't there...for all of it."

"Is this how you did it?" I asked.

"I don't...know...yeah...I guess I was pretty rough," he said.

"Then what the fuck're you hollering about?" I growled as I laid my weight on him and bore my cock into his tender ass with all the strength I had. Buried, I twisted my hips around and lobbed my cock around inside him, causing his eyes to bug out.

"Oh, Geezusss! Oh, Geezusss! What're you doing?" he gasped, clawing at the sheets. "Oh, Godd, you're fuckin' me crazy. Ohh, fuck, don't stop, man...fuck me...ohh, yeah, fuck me, man, don't stop!"

I wondered about the sudden switch but I gave him what he wanted. He wanted fucked, I was gonna fuck his eyeballs out.

"Am I gonna make you come?" I asked.

"Oh, Yess! Yesss, if you keep doing that! Oh, shit, drive it in there. Give it to me! Hard! Fuck me hard!!"

I was having the fuck of my life. I couldn't imagine a guy's ass feeling so good. I could imagine less, a big, stud Marine like Jason begging to get fucked. Suddenly his body became rigid--it was like I was fucking a stone statue--then he trembled and started coming. The stuff shot out of his cock like white liquid fire. It was a virtual rope of semen that splattered against his chin.

"Dam, dude," I swore when I saw it.

"!?" he gasped, almost a whimper.

I fucked him. I fucked his load out of him. I fucked him so hard my butt muscles were getting sore. Within a couple of minutes he was covered with streaks of come, all over his chest and stomach and shoulders and face and in his hair. I wondered if I'd shot off like that. I wish, now, that I'd been sober and awake enough to know what they were doing to me. At the last minute I lost my load. Not exactly intentional; I just lost it.

"Ohhh...Ohhh...Oh, Fuck, I'm cummin'!" I cried softly as I pumped him full of my cum, my body shaking and convulsing terribly. When I was finished I needed to collapse. I eased down on top of him and was surprised when he wrapped both of his powerful arms around to hold me tight against him.

"Shit! What am I doing?" he said as he suddenly moves his arms and laid them out to his sides.


I took it as a cue to raise up off of him. His head was turned to the side, his eyes closed, and there was regret all over his face. I eased my cock out of him and looked down at the gaping hole it left. I rolled to the side and lay beside him. He left his arm where it was and when I rested my head on it, he didn't move. We lay like that for several minutes, quiet except for our heavy breathing.

"Well, you got it out of the way; you can put it behind you now," I said huskily.

Surprisingly, Jason and I became pretty good buddies after that. Just buddies; nothing more. Nothing sexual, although it entered my mind more than once. After that on incident, my curiosity was piqued, but I wasn't about to suggest to him that we do anything else. One day after evening chow we were having a beer at the PX when he took a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket.

"I've got names," he said.

"Names?" I asked with a bewildered look.

"Of the guys who participated that night," he said. "Twenty-three of them anyway."

I think I might've blanched. Certainly, I looked surprised. I thought it was laid to rest. But now he'd dug it up again.

"How'd you get them?" I asked, now curious.

"I've got my sources," he said. "And I've got a plan."

"A plan...for what?" I asked.

His plan was to have them all...everyone on his list...congregate in the motor pool and have me fuck them, one by one. He said I could take as much time as I wanted; all night if need be. I was initially, instantly intrigued with the idea of having that many Marines bent over for my cock but then suddenly, I didn't think it was such a good idea. I wasn't sure I wanted to face them, and have them all face me; not in that big a group. And a little bit of me was afraid I might embarrass myself by not being able to hold up under fucking that many guys. Then they would probably laugh at me. So I turned him down.

Shortly after that I was surprised with a promotion to corporal and made assistant platoon leader. I was assigned my own room, located right across from the Gunny's room. That's when I discovered that Jason had devised another plan that he set in motion without my knowing it. I got my first clue when big Jake Dickerson came knocking on my door one night, wearing nothing but his briefs. I waved him in, still feeling sort of self-conscious about being treated like an NCO. He closed the door and leaned back against it.

"I think you know why I'm here," he said.

"No, I don't," I said.

"Jason didn't tell you?"


He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and shoved them down and stepped out of them.

"I'm here for payback," he said, standing with his hands on his lean hips. He was a handsome sight.

"Payback?" I said with a confused scowl. Then suddenly it hit me, just as he explained his presence.

"For my part in what we did to you," he said. "I'm prepared to get my ass fucked, but if it'd be all the same to you, I would rather to give you head."

I sat there staring at him in mild disbelief. I couldn't believe this big stud was actually in my room asking to suck my cock instead of taking it up the ass. I couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth. I think my balls got the message before my brain processed it, because I felt them sort of crawl up in their sack and that woke my cock up.

Jake had a great looking ass; big, round, tight and muscular, with a soft glint of blondish hair. I really wanted to fuck it, but he was also so incredibly good looking, with snappy black eyes and square features and full, sensuous lips that would look great wrapped around my cock. I told him I would let him give me head.

"Thanks," he said. I couldn't believe my ears. He was thanking me for letting him suck my cock! What the hell did Jason have on him; how had he forced him to come to me like this?

"Okay, but you gotta take my load," I said as I spread my legs and slouched down in the chair.

"All right, I can do that...take it in my I have to swallow it?"

"I'll leave that up to you," I said. "You do whatever you think is right."


What a wonderful sight to behold, seeing the big stud go to his knees and sort of crawl up between my legs and bury his face in my crotch. It was weird, the way he was so grateful that I had let him suck my cock. He was pretty good, and I wanted to tell him that, but I thought he was being humiliated enough. As I shot off in his mouth he became like a deer in the headlights. He suddenly had a mouthful of come for the first time in his life and he didn't know what to do with it. He raised up from my cock, his cheeks puffed out, a wild look in his eyes, sort of a "what the fuck do I do now?" look, as he looked around, I guessed for some place to spit it out. There wasn't anything handy and I didn't offer to get him anything. Finally, with great effort, he swallowed it. I wasn't so sure he didn't like it.

"Thanks, man," he said as he got to his feet, wiping his mouth with his forearm. "I was scared out of my head of getting fucked."

He left me in a daze. I sat there saying to myself, Jake Dickerson just walked out of my room with a load of my cum in his belly!

The next one was Adam White, a young PFC who looked even younger. I was lying on my bed in my shorts, reading, when he knocked on my half opened door. I waved him in. He came into my room and shut the door and leaned back against it. I saw he had tears in his eyes, and sat up on the edge of my bunk. By that time I had talked to Jason and I knew why he was there and I felt kind of sorry for him, but I didn't let it show.

"I am so sorry, Corporal, for what I did," he began. "But I'm so fuckin' scared I can't even think. That night I saw how big you are...your cock, I mean... and I don't think I can take it. If there's anything else I can do to make it up to you...I'll suck it, all night long if you can shoot off as many loads as you want, and I'll even swallow it...please, if I could just do that, instead of getting fucked...I'll even be your regular suck job. Any time you want head, just come and get me. I know I gotta pay you back, Jason said I had to or he was gonna turn me in and then I would end up in the brig and probably get my ass fucked every night. I'm scared, Corporal. You're hung like a horse and I don't think I could take you."

Okay, I really felt sorry for him. He was practically crying. "Calm down, White," I told him. "If you wanta trade head for getting fucked, that'll work for me."

The kid gave me head like you wouldn't believe, and like Jake, he drank my load. He even tried to deep throat me, and promised he would if he could practice enough. And true to his word, he didn't wait for me to look him up and ask him for more. He dropped by after a few days and asked if I needed him to suck me again. I did, and told him to check back with me every couple of days. All he asked was that I tell Jason to scratch his name off the list.

One by one, they came to me, and I reported to Jason so he could scratch their names off his list. Then one night a guy showed up while I was down in the shower. He was standing in my room, standing at the window when I came in wearing nothing but a towel. He must've just come from the gym; he had on Army PT shorts and his combat boots and a gray T-shirt with dark spots where the sweat had soaked in. He looked like he worked out a lot; his T-shirt was straining against his shoulders and his pecs and the sleeves hugged his huge biceps. The shorts, too, fit snug around his massive thighs.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, probably sounding a bit irritated that he'd walked right into my room.

"You don't know me," he said as he stepped around me and closed the door behind him.

"No, I don't think I do," I said.

"I'm from one of the other barracks," he said.

"I guessed so," I said.

"I, uh...I heard what you're doing."

"What'd you hear?"

"That guys are coming to pay you back for something they did. And if they don't, they get turned in."

I nodded.

"That's what I'm here for," he said, shifting his weight and running one hand down over the front of his shorts.


"All right," I said.

He peeled his shorts down and stepped out of them then bent over my footlocker that sat on a metal stand. Fuck, he had an ass on him! It didn't take long for my cock to rise to the occasion...about as long as it took me to walk the few steps to lock then walk back to my footlocker. The guy was looking over his shoulder and saw me drop the towel.

"Ohh, Geezusss!" he gasped when he saw my cock. He started to raise up.

"Yeah, that's what I said when I was getting fucked by all you guys," I said as I pressed my hand on the small of his back to bend him back over my locker. Not that I could've forced him; he could've easily fought me off. But he was there willingly.

"Yes, sir, I won't say anything else," he said, and bent back over my locker, supported on his elbows with his head down.

I grabbed his taut butt. I could barely get a hold, they were so hard, but he let them go slack so I could. I pulled them apart, and for some damned reason my mouth started watering. I don't know what it was about it, but he had the most awesome asshole! Very little hair; just enough to tantalize, looking through the sparse curls. Fuck, it was absolutely perfect in is pucker, and the way it sort of winked at me when he tightened it. I gazed at it longer than I should've, and he looked over his shoulder at me.

"Did you change your mind?" he asked.

"No," I said, and spat in my hand for lube for my cock. Then I pulled his butt apart and spat again.

"This is gonna kill me," I heard him mumble with his head down.

I planted the head against his pucker and got a good hold on his hips. He started at my touch and pulled away, but he was against my locker; he wasn't going anywhere. I pushed. He stretched but I didn't go in. I pushed harder and saw the muscles in his shoulders tighten. Suddenly I didn't want to do this. I did, but I didn't. I mean, I didn't want to reap revenge on him. I just wanted to fuck him; to enjoy his perfectly muscled body. In bed, not standing humped over a foot locker. But he was here for payback. I shoved harder and the head of my cock burst through his asshole.

"AAAwwwhhh!" he cried out, tossing his head back in agony.

Payback. I shoved deeper, without giving him a chance to get used to it.

"Ohhhhh Geezussss!" he gasped as I went deeper. "Ohhh, much more?"

"Don't worry about it," I growled. I started fucking him, without using all of my cock. He hung his head and his shoulders slumped in defeat. This was the first time he'd been fucked; I was sure of it. I fucked his eyeballs out; he left staggering to stay on his feet. I must've shot about a gallon of cum in him; when I pulled out the stuff came running out of his gaping hole. I watched it, with some sense of strange excitement. Then I saw cum running down the side of my locker, onto the floor. He'd shot off too. Fuck, it was running down in buckets! It was a couple of minutes before he shoved himself up from my locker.

"Shit! I think you drilled me a new asshole," he said.

"I tried," I said.

He looked down at the cum running down his thighs. "You fuckin' struck oil," he said.

"I struck oil? What's that running down my locker?" I asked.

"Have you got a towel? I'll clean it off," he said.

I got a towel out of my laundry bag and tossed it to him. He wiped his legs first and probed around his asshole with his fingers, I thought to see if he was closed up. Then he cleaned off my locker. When he was finished, he stepped over to wipe my cock off then folded the towel neatly and put it back in my laundry bag.

"Does that make us even?" he asked as he was pulling his shorts up. His own cock was still dripping cum. He was big. Rubbery, now, and I wondered how big he got when he was spewing his semen all over my foot locker. Nice pair of balls, too. Fuckin' great abs...and pecs...tits so suckable...I tore my eyes away and looked up.

"It does," I said. "Thanks for being man enough to come around," I added.

He guffawed. "I didn't have much choice, did I? It was either this or the stockade."


I nodded, watching him pull his PT shorts on.

"Not that I wanta get personal or anything, but what's your name and outfit, so I can check you off the list?" I asked.

"Brady. Tom Brady. I'm with the 86th. Later," he said as he unlocked my door and left. I notice he was a little unsteady on his feet.

I went to tell Jason. He wasn't in his room, so I left a note with the guy's name and unit. Later I asked him if he'd found my note and checked the guy off.

"He wasn't on the list," Jason said. "I checked him out, though. He wasn't there that night," he told me. "He wasn't even on base. He was gone on a three day pass."

I couldn't get the guy off my mind. I couldn't figure it out either, why he had showed up for payback when he wasn't even in on it, except that he just wanted to have sex with me. That didn't make sense; a stud like him could have sex with about anybody he wanted. But then it did. It would be risky, approaching another soldier, and he knew I was a safe bet. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to meet the guy again. I obtained the number for the 86th and called for Tom Brady. He came to the phone. I felt a twinge of weakness when I heard his voice.

"Brady, this is Cpl. Binford. You were at my barracks a few weeks ago... for payback," I said, rather cautiously.

There was a long hesitation. "Yeah," he said, finally.

"Is this a secure line?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Good. I was wondering if, uh...if you'd like to get together again," I said.

"Maybe," he said. "I'm just now getting my legs back from the last time."

" wouldn't, like that," I stammered. "I mean, could be the other way around...if you wanted to. I found out you weren't in on it."

Silence again.


"Yeah. Okay, when? Where?" he asked.

"You name it," I said.

"Off base," he said.

"Yeah, off base," I agreed.

"Okay, I'll call you when I get a pass. You call when you get one. We'll try to connect. When you said it could be the other way around...are you talking we change places on the footlocker?"

"Yeah, man. Only on a pass, it wouldn't be on a foot locker."

"Just wanted to be clear on that. I mean you saw size."

"Yeah, I saw you. I saw YOU...all of you...haven't been able to get that image out of my mind. That's the reason I called."

"I'm glad you did, man. Gotta go now."

Then I heard a click. My hand was shaking as I hung up the phone.

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