The Marine

The Marine


Disclaimer: While the following events happened as I am detailing below, I do not recommend that you engage in this sort of behavior I have as it could impact your health, mental wellness, and the sexual habits and desires you have. You can look at these blog posts as educational and what not to do, or as entertainment while you jack off, but know I share my experiences so other guys can learn from my misbehavior.

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Today is Friday and that is fitting for today’s blog entry. It was a Friday night my senior year in college and I had discovered gay.com. This website had a place where local guys could have a profile or chat online.


My profile was rather random but I posted pictures of my dick on it. There was a section you could talk about you and the kinds of things you were into. Stats. Got tons of guys that wrote about what they wanted to do to my dick but I was always incredibly paranoid about getting an STD or being found out so I was trying to be DL and ultra picky.


I had been contacted by this dude that had been a Marine and we had exchanged messages about things we thought were hot and he really liked what he saw on my profile but didn’t really believe it was me or somehow I had enhanced the pictures.


So one Friday night I logged on, I was hard but enjoying the group chat. It was a way to feel connected in an area that didn’t seem to have tons of gay guys but the chats were not always sex related.


I got a private chat message from the Marine. He told me that he was free tonight and I should come over to hang out.


“What do you want to watch movie wise?“ I stupidly asked.


He said that he didn’t care but thought it would be a good opportunity to show off his new place. He said it was something he was proud of but he enjoyed talking with me so he thought it would be cool to chill out with me in person and just talk.


I told him that it sounded cool, but how did I know that I would be safe or if it was really him in his profile. I was incredibly paranoid, probably still am, but much more so back then.


He told me that he was wearing a jockstrap and took a picture of it with a handwritten sign that had his username. Fuck! This dude was real and had an amazing backside in the picture. Fuck. Do I do this?


I told him I had a weakness for guys in porn that wore jockstraps. His picture was incredible. I wanted to see it in real life.


“Dude, you wear that jockstrap to give me a tour, I will come over.”


He said he would but couldn’t promise it would be visible, and I said it didn’t matter, just make sure the top of the band is sticking out of your pants. He agreed and there was more talk about a movie and to bring a snack.


He gave me the directions and I found the place just like he said, and parked where he said. I had to make sure I was knocking on the right door. My hands were a bit sweaty and I was nervous. Is this just going to be a nice conversation or is there going to be more?


The lights were all off. WTF, maybe I am knocking on the wrong door. I walk down a bit to make sure I am the right place. I was where he told me to be.


I knock again. I noticed a little movement from the blinds behind the window on the left and in about 3 seconds the door opens.


A face pops out from in back of the open door, a real strong square jaw like the Marine posters of the past is what I notice first. He was about 30.


“Don’t just stand there, walk in.”


At this point, I think it’s strange he is standing behind the open door so I take a cautious step in, looking around to see if I am about to get jumped by a group of guys from the military.


I take a deep breath as I walk past about 6 feet in and I don’t see anyone else. I hear the door close behind me and an apology about not getting to the door sooner, but my eyes had fixated on his tv which was set to some incredibly boring shopping network. It was a big TV, mine was definitely smaller. The light from the TV was what lit everything up.


I hear him laughing and he walks into view in nothing but his jock.


“I didn’t know if you would actually show up. I am so glad you did.”


I was looking at this guy, huge shoulders and arms, huge pecks, and the smallest waist with a bubble butt like a certain porn star that I can’t remember the name of.


Fuck, this dude is ripped and muscled. And I was much taller. This guy was a bit shorter than average but he obviously was into building his body.


How about that tour. I placed the bag of cookies I brought on his counter and he walked in front of me looked forward. Without looking at me, he pointed left.


“Living room.”


Pointed right, “kitchen area.”


“Let me show you upstairs.”


I wasn’t exactly paying attention at this point because I could feel the blood rising into my dick, fighting against my white CK briefs. I was fixated on his ass. Same ass and jock as in the picture.


I feel my body moving to him, following him up the stairs, hoping to see a hint of butthole as he is walking up, but those cheeks were too tight.


We get up the stairs, and I followed him left into his bedroom. He has this strange bed that is close down to the floor and the furniture is all new.


Nice place dude.


“Did you want to watch a movie down there or up here?”


I was thrown off by the question, but he moved in and said while I was thinking about it I needed to catch up and get comfortable.


“Let me help you.”


He starts lifting my shirt. My dick wants to come out. It’s pushing hard against my clothes.


My shirt is off.


“Kick off your shoes and pants dude.”


I am thinking, fuck. He is not hard and here I am, the moment I take these pants off, they won’t fit back on.


I unbutton my jeans as he sits down on the bed in front of me.


There goes the zipper and my wad just pops out, obviously getting bigger.


He says he is going to help me a bit.


I feel a massive pull on my jeans taking part of my underwear down with them.


“Oh fuck man, it’s real.”


Next thing I know he has my underwear down and my dick is right in his face.


He grabbed the shaft and started sucking on the head.


Fuck dude. I need this inside me. You up for that?


My head is spinning but I want his ass bad.


I asked him if he is clean.


“Oh is that why you’re nervous? I am clean. Let me go get a rubber. BRB.”


I am starting to get really excited, this dude is just going to make this happen.


He shows up and gets the condom out.


We have a really hard time trying to get it on, and it was cutting into the circulation on my dick, making it smaller where the condom was on.


“Just keep holding the base of the rubber so it doesn’t roll off before you get it in me.”


I can do that, but it’s not exactly feeling all that great. He has himself lubed, he has the outside lubed and we are just having the worst time trying to get it in.


I know he says. He gets up and pushed me down on to the bed. My shoes still on while my jeans and underwear tie up my ankles. My legs are spread a bit from the corner of the bed.


Let me climb on top. He is slowly trying to work it in. It’s taking way to long and the rubber is cutting. Feels like my dick hairs are getting caught, those nasty ones on my shaft? I could feel it pulling on them, the end band cutting in.


He climbs off.


“Is it me?”


I look at him. No dude, it’s me. “This condom is feeling super small.”


He disappears and reappears a bit later. He has a different condom brand this time, with a washcloth. He pulled the condom off and gave my dick a fast wipe down.


Then he got on his knees and started sucking, and I was definitely hard again.


“Just keep doing that,” I told him.


“No, I will take this and I will be successful.”


This next condom is still on tight but nowhere near as bad as the first. I still have to hold the base to keep it from rolling upward.


He climbed back on after lubing everything back up and really put some effort into getting it in, his hand guiding the head in.


He pushed down harder and I could start feeling my dick going in. He was tight but was making it work.


“That condom just makes you bigger and is probably what is making it so difficult. I really want you in all the way, you sure you need it?”


Yes. But I did want it on? Yes, but no. Not really but I have to. But without would feel incredible. No, HEALTH. “It needs to stay on.”


“Well we at least opened me up. Let’s get you in balls deep.”


This guy said things that just turned me on, anyway I really liked his determination.


He got me to stand up, and he put himself on all floors for me to admire his butt, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them. I move forward putting my head on his hole.


“Spit on it.”


I do. He starts moving forward and back, moving my dick head in and out. He stops.


“Your turn. Just ram it in. If I scream just keep going.”


I push hard but not overly hard or fast. “Fuck” he says as he moves forward a bit.


I stop. “Keep going he yells.”


Fuck it. I started pushing harder and harder until I could feel I was halfway in.


“Now the rest of it. Fucking push it in!”


I take my hand off my shaft and the condom end and feel the condom start to roll up. He feels it against his butthole and moves my dick into his ass with his own movement and a deep breath, the edge of the condom roll is now in the inside of his butthole and I can’t see it.


“Dude, the condo”


“Fuck it man, just fuck me. Stop worrying about it and pump me.”


As I moved back a little bit, I could feel my dick getting much harder where the rubber rolled off and as I pushed in, I could feel the condom continuing to roll up farther. Every little backstroke helped the condom roll up further. As it was doing this, he kept saying my name and telling me this is so much better. This is what he wanted and needed. At this point I was fucking his ass, but the condom was off somewhere up at the tip. When I pushed in hard I could feel part of it hit the tip of my head. It was lost.


I pull back, grab onto his jock strap band and really started pumping. He is tell me he loves it but started begging me to cum.


I am like, I got in and fucking this dude raw, I am going to make it last.


“Please cum, PLeAse!”


The screaming is exciting and he puts his head into the bed and grabs his cheeks so I can go in deeper. I start doing some long strokes.

“I can feel you getting harder and stretching me out!”


He turns his head and in a demanding voice tells me to cum. Dump it deep and do it now.


I started fucking him harder, not exactly full on animal but enough to make him whimper.


“Please give me that cum! Right in my ass, fuck *MY NAME*.”


He just started yelling my name with every thrust, letting out whimpers between.


I could feel myself getting harder to that point of no return.


I explode.


“Oh Fuck, I felt that inside of me.”


I am shaking, realizing I unloaded into that jocked marine, who at this point told me to pull out slowly.


Once I get out, I stand there and realize he is a bit frozen.


Give me a minute. I grabbed the washcloth he used on me before, and he rolls onto his back and gave me this look of total satisfaction.


“Next time we don’t need the condom, it wasted so much time we could have used for fucking,” he stated.


“I really preferred how you felt skin on skin anyway, didn’t you?”


I was still somewhat shocked as to how I just kept going when the condom rolled off but I admitted that there was no comparison.


I told him that the condom was lost up there somewhere, and he laughed and said it would come out and not to worry.


At this point I had pulled up my Calvins and my jeans and was reaching for my shirt.


“Next time no condom. You need this and we are going to have so much fun,” he said with a smile and sparkling eyes.

“What about you? You never even took that jock off.”

I am good. Don’t you worry, he told me. “Let’s see how we do this next time.”

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