Marine Stories: Tucker and Holsom

"You know, Eric, along with teen age drug use, there's the problem of teen age sexuality. I mean all these young unmarried girls becoming single moms. I know the fellows have to have release and how overpowering those feelings can be. I mean sometimes I remember at your age all I'd have to do is think of getting my dick sucked and I'd start getting a hard on. Imagining myself being treated to a pair of hot lips and an even hotter mouth and tongue. I mean some of those girls... the ones that wouldn't go all the way... but they would suck all the way. You just couldn't get any jizz on their outfits. God, those were the days in the back seat of a car in some deserted spot... or if we were desperate, we'd go to the only drive-in movie and park in the back row over to the side. All I had to do was show them my hard dick, and they wanted to suck it. I always washed. I went out squeaky clean. I didn't have to worry if the opportunity had to present itself. So what's your thoughts on necking and getting head.

Eric was unable to hide the rising of the flag staff as Lester laid out his story with its well-rehearsed lines and totally straight focus to the 18 year old employee, who could not help but be stimulated.

Yeah, I'd be getting a hard on, too, thinking about a pair of hot lips giving the head some really good licking. Shit, now, look at me, I'm starting to get hard. You think we could have a hard dick contest and sees who gets the biggest.

Eric shrugs his shoulders with an "I don't really know. I mean nothing bad is happening, so why not let him see it. You let Hamster see it, and except for loving that jack off scenario, my life went on quite well."

Stroke it, then. Pull on it gently and let the rest of the bl**d that wants to come in feel it's invited. Yes, let it grow. See, we're growing together. We're about the same size now. That's right. Keep on jerking. It's really getting close to getting rock hard. I love when my dick is rock hard. Makes me want to put some lube on it and feel the head swell. In fact, when I'm alone here, I sometimes pass the day... well, you know, jacking and arousing myself from time to time. Here, let me dribble some lube on your dick. Open your hand to catch what drips down. That's it. O.K. Let me drop some in the other direction. You got it. Now lube your dick with your whole hand... not just a few fingers; wrap your dick with the lube and start to work it. You'll be rock hard in no time at all. And think about how good it feels...

I bet you're thinking how hot it would be if your girlfriend's hand was wrapped around that hard young cock and squeezing it and making it feel so good, so really, really good. She could play with it while you gave her pussy some finger action... And you know how hard you get when she's playing with you and you're fingering her, and hearing her whimper while you rub that clit and fiddle with it in every direction you can move your finger. Work that clit. Imagine you're putting your finger in that hot hole. You're feeling that juicy hole, so warm and inviting. It's like when you finger your own ass, just as you're putting that finger inside and you feel the muscle give way. You push just a bit farther in and move your finger in and out, and it feels so good. Your ass hole is like her pussy. You need to have your ass played with. Turn around and bend over. I want to see your hole.

Never having experienced such language, let alone entertaining such thoughts that turned him every which way but loose on his insides, Holsom simply turned around where he was standing, bent over and spread his ass cheeks.

You have a pink hole, a pink unused hole, pink just like a pussy hole. That's right. Hold your cheeks apart. I want to lube the outer edge of your ass... Just rub some with my fingers on the outside. I'm not even going to try to enter you. I just want you to feel what it's like when you're rubbing your girlfriend's twat and your finger finds the entry to paradise. See. Your ass is already twitching... all I did was to touch your hole, just place my finger on it and it begins to twitch and convulse. Just nod if that feels OK to you. I think it does. You can close your cheeks, but I want to be able to run my finger over your pucker hole. I want to feel those involuntary rushes you get when my finger just barely brushes your male pussy. That's right. Male pussy. There comes a time in every boy's life he has to make a decision. Is his primary sexual organ going to be his dick or his ass, and it's not an easy decision to make. Desire pulls you in so many directions. Oh, how your ass likes the tip of my finger. It's like it knows which finger is touching it. Push against my finger when I touch your hole... Not hard enough for my finger to enter you, but far enough for you to feel those feelings that could be considered new and different from the feelings that make your pucker hole pucker. That's it. You determine everything. You can push as hard as you want to. You can take what you want to. If you want the fingertip, then take it. If you want to ride the fingertip, feel free. You can move as little as a quarter of an inch into your ass and drive yourself crazy with extraordinary sensations. You haven't even opened the door. You've merely brushed your feet on the door mat. You like what you feel and it is up to you to take it as far as you want.

Eric replies, "I want it as long as it feels good."

Then you won't have it any other way. Let's go to a more comfortable place. Get on your back on one of those tables and I'll hold your legs up in the air. I can get a good look at your hole and finger your ass at the same time. That's right. I'm going to place my knuckle against your ass and with your legs where they are, you can move your hips and ride my knuckle. Nothing goes inside but you get to get your first rubbing... I want you to start slow... You feel it? You feel how different it is from my finger.

Yes, Sir.

Now you keep rubbing my knuckle as if you were scratching an itch... and the more you scratch, the better it feels. You're getting it. Let your hole rise above it and fall below it... You can even push up into it when you've got it centered with your ass. Now push into it. You feel that sweet outer edge of your hole begin to wrap itself around the nub. Oh, yes, rub my knob... up and down... up and down... now go sideways, from left to right. Put some sway into it. Alternate each butt cheek. Tense then relax. Tense then relax. Left to right. Right to left. Up and down. Up and down... Keep going up and down...now got left to right... feel that rhythm, feel the moving from side to side. Alternate those thighs. Squeeze your ass. Grab my nub. Move into it. Pull away from it. Up and down. Long slow strokes. Up and down. Push into it. Grab that fucker and squeeze. Ride it. Ride it. Go with it. Fight it. Resist it. Welcome it. Ram it. Ram it. Push. Push. And, my God, my God, Ride it. Ride it.

Eric: I'm cumming. I'm going. I'm shooting. Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Splat. Splat. Splattering. Emerging. Flowing. Cessation of cum, the beginning of the reverberations of the feelings, having just fucked himself with his boss' knuckle without penetration to their mutual satisfaction.

You know, Eric, the next time we do this, I want you to hold my dick.

Hey, even though I came, I can do that now. That's all I did with Jamie James. Just hold and jack each other's dicks.

Now that you've got your hand around my cock, can I ask you to pull on it for a minute or two. I'd like to drop some lube into your hand, so as you're pulling, there's a well lubed experience. That's it. Slowly, up and down, back and forth. Pull out just a little bit farther so you get the back of the head. That drives me crazy. Feeling the palm of the hand on the back of my glans. It drives me wild. You've got a talent for it. I must say.

Well, to tell the truth, the first and only time I did anything... Jamie James and I jacked off... and so I started placing my hand upside down on my dick when I jacked off. His hand felt so good on my dick and my hand felt so good on his dick. It was the hottest experience I'd ever had and so I started jacking off to it. I kept wanting his hand on my dick while I had my hand on his dick. That's what my thoughts were. We were jacking each other off.

Do you want me to hold your dick like Jamie James did back then? You're hard again.

Oh, I can cum again.

Do you want me to fulfill your fantasy and hold your cock and pull on it?

Yes, sir, Boss, I do.

Call me Lester.

OK, Lester. I want you to let me feel like I've wanted to feel again since the first time.

So that was it... the summer ended and I left all that behind. I just cut it off. I found my wife and decided to raise a family. I put it behind me for an awfully long time... and then it started up again, and then you walked into the office and I knew when my ass twitched I wanted to get as far away from you as I could. I didn't want you bringing up any of that summer with Lester. I missed it too much... and I had hidden all that from everyone... and then I started using the porn sites to explore my "other" side. I was just weaning myself from them... my wife had come back from visiting her sick grandmother and I was using that as an excuse to stop. And then you fucking walked into the office and I had to work beside you... and I could feel that cock of yours inside. I didn't even have to imagine very hard. I was feeling you and that was the last thing on the earth I wanted to do... respond to you. That's why I kept my distance and was minimally responsive. I didn't want anyone to know what I was fighting inside. And so here we are... drunk as skunks, and sucking on my cock and I haven't felt anything so good in years... OK... I confess... I did visit a bookstore for a while when I was stationed on the West Coast, so I did get my dick sucked, but it was totally anonymous.

Yes, suck it, man. We only have tonight, so let's make the most of it. You can play with my balls... and I know we're not perfectly clean, but if you would just run your fingers up my crack and tickle my asshole, I would really like that.

Removing his mouth from Holsom's dick, Tucker speaks: Squat down just a bit so I can spread your cheeks and I'll be happy to oblige. But only for a moment... we really do need to get into the shower together, get all lathered up, with our cocks hard and slick and clean. Let me gobble on this knob and play with your ass, then we're going to get into the shower and see what happens there.

Tucker sweetly takes Holsom's head back into his mouth, working his tongue over the head and under the shaft. Tucker's fingers slide gently between those rock hard cheeks covered with the fine hair of a teenager. Tucker applies a bit more pressure and the fingers slide over the hole. The fingers continue to slide up and down, just barely touching the outside edge of the hole. The fingers slide down again and a fingertip finds the center of the hole, placing just a small bit of pressure against it.

Holsom: You've found the spot. Play with it. Spoil it. Work it.

Tucker: Nope. We're getting into the shower.

Tucker stands. The two dickheads touch as both men watch the pre-cum from both dicks fall to the floor. Tucker tweaks Holsom's nipples. Holsom leans down and kisses Tucker's tit. They push their dicks together. They wrap their arms around each other and then break apart. Tucker slaps Holsom's bottom and urges him to the shower.

Tucker leans in and turns on the water, waiting for it to get hot before stepping into it.

Tucker: It's good to know how deeply you want this. It's something of a vindication for me. I knew inside me there was something between us, and it wasn't the hate you were projecting; it was the need that was broadcasting itself loud and clear that I picked up on.

The water hot, the two men step into the shower, sharing the soap and lathering each other's bodies.

Holsom's soapy hands go immediately to Tucker's cock. He soaps it, squeezes it and even begins jacking it.

"Whoa! Boy! You want that thing to last. It hasn't been jacked in at least two days, and if you keep pulling on it like you're doing, we're going to spoil our party. Why don't you wash the balls. I really don't want to cum right now... and thinking of your ass as my fingers rub your ass crack is getting me a lot closer than I thought I would be considering the amount of Jack we've been drinking tonight."

Holsom replies: "Go ahead, finger my ass. I'll slack off on your cock, but, you gotta think I haven't had another man's cock in my hand for, let's see, I was 18 and I'm 33 now, so 15 years. Give me a break, you cock hound."

"Actually, I'm more of an ass hound. Like I said, it's their asses and my cock. One of the best arrangements I can think of. "

"Keep working my ass. Soap and then finger it. Don't hurt it, but just open it and play with the inside. You gotta remember, there's been a lot of shit built up inside me over 15 years."

"I'd say a lot of denial... Well, I hope there's not too much shit built up inside it tonight."

"Hell, man, you know the kind of shit I'm talking about."

"And you know the kind of shit I'm talking about."

Both men laugh. Holsom turns his backside to Tucker, bends over, stating in his most commanding manner: "Open it up. Don't tell me to turn around until you've worked at least three fingers inside it."

"Man," Tucker replies, "that's what I want to hear. A 33 year old hunk of Marine manhood who wants his ass opened, and not only opened, exploded. To the kids, it's just another fuck, but to a man, it's an experience, a reality that will live with him a long, long time. That's right, you can push back a little. I've only got two going in right now."

"Just keep 'em coming. Now fuck it with the two fingers for awhile and then slide that third one in when I'm not expecting it. Hit my prostate, cocksucker. Fuck this Marine like you've never fucked anyone else before."

"And that's coming from the mouth who wanted to throw me out of the office the minute you laid eyes on me. I'd say you're finding out who you really are. A man who wants to be fucked into a state of grace because you are a man no woman can satisfy. Oh, yeah, you can satisfy the women, and you have, but it takes a man to satisfy you."

At that moment, Tucker adds his ring finger and his forefinger to his middle finger and plunges in for a moment of bliss.

Holsom moans and pushes back. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Fuck it. Open it up, make it ready for your cock. It takes a faggot to fuck a man."

"I need the reinforcement. You like that?"

"Yeah, now twist it and punch it in and out so it wants to slide in even farther. You wanna try four fingers, ass fucker?"

"I'll try the whole hand if that's what you want."

"No, I don't think I'm ready to walk over that line. Your dick is as far as I want to go."

"I hear that."

Tucker works Holsom's ass a while longer and then the two men rinse off. Tucker turns the shower off and without missing a beat, Holsom falls to his knees and begins sucking Tucker's cock. Holsom devours the cock as if he were starving, and he has been, for 15 years, he has been starving the other side of his being, the side he lives with secretly and alone. No one has reached inside him. Sure he has had friends and buddies and comrades and bunk mates, but no one has reached inside him; this big tall slugger of a guy has slogged through the days and months and years observing the outward prescriptions for happiness, but he has never felt satisfaction until tonight. Tonight he is drunk with a fag, a gay man who is giving him everything he has missed and everything he has denied himself, and it feels so incredibly good and overwhelming and he wants that final moment as he imagines the dick he is sucking on filling his ass.

Tucker looks down and Holsom is in a blissful meditative state, the dick resting deep within his mouth. Not much action is going on, but Holsom is participating with his intensity, concentration, and focus. Tucker feels his own feelings are being sucked deep inside Holsom. Tucker takes Holsom's head in his hands and pulls it back so Tucker can see his dick go in and out of Holsom's mouth.

"You like fag cock, don't you, Marine?"

"Fucking A, I like this cock. It's at a moment like this that I know that cock is the answer to almost every prayer."

"Well, you're on your knees, aren't you? I want you to let me worship at your altar. Let's have another belt, get on the bed with your dick in my mouth and my dick in your mouth and see if we can't make the marvelous happen?"

"I can go there."

Fresh ice and at least three fingers and the men look at themselves, put the glasses down and each one takes a swig from the bottle.

Holsom looks Tucker directly in the eyes. "Let's suck."

The two men assume the position on their sides. Tucker can't help but notice the pre-cum oozing out of Holsom's piss hole and begins to lick the head of Holsom's dick. Holsom moans and then chows down on Tucker's rock hard and also oozing manhood. The men pull each other into their mouths and work the head to the gag point in the back of their mouths, enjoying the pressure, while their hands explore their masculine bodies.

The intensity in synchronous sucking abates and then stops. Each man has the head inside his mouth and is feeling the fullness, the shape, the dream that sex promises, lost in each one's completeness. Just suck. Just suck. No pornographic intensity, just the interior moment triggered by the feel of the cock inside each man's mouth. The alcoholic dizziness adds to the concentration and extravagance of thought. It's like there is no need to overact or show sexual interest. A feeling of completeness fills both men simultaneously. Neither has to make a move. Neither has to do anything but simply hold that cockhead still in his mouth and the rushes of released feelings overwhelm and overwhelm again. There is nothing to do but experience the flow, the effervescence, the effusion of inexplicable feeling shooting through both bodies. At that moment the strangest thing takes place. Both men begin to involuntarily quiver, not huge movements, but short, sharp jerks that throw their dicks deeper into their mouths. Each man holds the other more tightly. The jerks come more quickly and in short bursts of two or three. There is quiet. The dickheads are back quietly in each mouth and each man is just allowing himself to go wherever his thoughts and feelings take him. It is as if both men have created a new world that only they inhabit. It's sexual and pure and robust and unwavering. Feelings come out of nowhere. The level of pleasure rises with each passing moment, and then, another wave of jerks that are now becoming and bordering on spasms. Neither man knows where these sharp jabs of irradiating pleasure are coming from, but they are palpable; they are real. Neither man wants the feelings to stop. Both are afraid to verbalize anything unless they spoil the perfect intensity of the moment. Each wave of spasms rocks them effortlessly and yet with a growing level of recognition.

The spasms stop. The men have worked each cockhead over the back of each other's throats, so there are times when the spasms occur with the dicks deeply buried in each other's throats, and the jerks of the legs and the squeezing in of the stomach only abet the depths of sexual interaction. The moment is passing. Each man continues to suck and the sucking produces a great deal of pleasure, but the moment of the involuntary overflow of feeling and the aura that enveloped both men has disappeared. Now the raw masculine meaty sex of two men comes to the fore. Each man continues to suck these hard pre-cum dripping instruments of fantasy and fun.