Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Marine Nurse
Date: 25 Oct 1995 00:04:35 GMT

			      Maneuvers

	Being a military nurse, and male made being stationed on a
Marine Corps Base one of life's great combinations. Being into cock
and tight asses made it more like a starving man at a banquet.

	On Monday morning, I reported for duty to find that I had to
return home and pack a few things, seems that I was being assigned to
a field unit for eight days and would be working with the Marines
during one of their many training exercises. I supposed that it could
have been worse. However, the idea of being bone tired for eight
consecutive days and not being able to shower did not bring my spirits
up too much.

	All went well during the first day and I can honestly say that
all I was looking forward to was the opportunity to lay flat for ten
to twelve hours. Barring that, four would have helped greatly. It was
at that point of my day that we found out that we had one two-man tent
left over and one officer and one enlisted man. Another tent could be
obtained, but not till the next day of the day after. The usual
assholes began squabbling about who was most junior and should have to
sleep with the poor Grunt. Big fuckin' deal, we all smelled pretty bad
at that stage of the game. To stop the jockeying, I volunteered to
share the tent with the enlisted man, if they would just let me sleep
for a while. Surprising how fast the argument ceased.

	The Staff Sergeant said, "I'll get Wilkins Sir and he can show
you where you will be bunking." Meaning that he would get him here
fast before I changed my mind. I jumped when I realized that someone
was talking to me and I focused in on the voice. It was housed in
6'2", 175 pounds of green eyes and black hair and a body BUILT by God.
Wilkins was one of the hottest looking guys I had seen in a long time.
He moved with an easy confidence, almost like a dancer, but with more
force in his stride. The accent in his voice had Texas written all
over it.

	Wilkins said, "If you'll come with me Sir, I'll show you where
the tent is." His smile could have melted rocks. It did mine, for
sure! His friendliness was genuine and warm, but like that of a
younger brother having to sleep with someone older and not quite
knowing how to act. I began unrolling the sleeping bag that the Supply
Sergeant had issued me with the assurance that, "it's brand new, never
touched by another human body. Just bring it back as close to the same
condition as you can Sir."

	When I unrolled it, I found out that though the outside was
complete, the manufacturer had failed to line the inside and there was
nothing but loose insulation from half-way down to the feet. Wilkins
assured me that it wasn't really a problem,, "We can zip the two bags
together and then line the bottom with a poncho Sir." I rapidly agreed
and prepared for sleep. Generally in the field, I don't wear
undershorts (skivvies for those who remember them), I find it a bit
too warm. I was startled to see that as he dropped his pants, neither
did Wilkins.

	Why worry, this twenty-four year old guy had to be straight as
the proverbial arrow. We climbed into the combination bag and made
ourselves as comfortable as possible. The two rocks that insisted on
boring into my side went sailing away into the night, followed by
curses as they landed. Now, it was time for sleep.

	I was drifting off when suddenly I found myself awake but not
really knowing why. Without moving, I realized that Wilkins was
apparently asleep and having adjusted his position, wound up with his
hard, tight Marine ass wedged firmly in my crotch. His body was in
complete contact with mine from the feet up to his ass. His chest
curved away, but what did touch was enough to warm me up. What the
fuck, go to sleep and forget it.

	Just as I began to doze off again, I came thoroughly awake.
Wilkins had begun to rhythmically flex his ass cheeks against my cock
and it was quickly rising to full attention. He apparently was very
much awake, but thought I was sleeping and had decided to take
advantage of the situation for some hot ass action. I lay still and
managed to control my breathing so that it appeared that I was
exhausted and sleeping for the night. It was incredible, his ass
seemed to get hotter and hotter as his ass-crack slid back and forth
over my cock. I wondered just how long he would keep this pretense
up.

	At that point, he began a slow rocking motion that caused my
stiff, dripping cock to slide up and down the length of his ass-crack.
It was great, like a slow jack-off session.

	As I was getting into having my dick slowly massaged to near
explosion, my Hot Marine reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart.
My cock slipped right into the crack and came to rest against his hot,
moist, and very tight little hole. I almost shot right then, but
controlled myself. Wilkins continued the rocking motion. Each time he
rocked back towards me, my cock slid against his ass-hole. Every time
it did, I wanted to ram that fucker in to my balls.

	After a few minutes of this action, I realized that with each
backwards rock, my cock slid a little more into his ass.

	When the head of my cock popped into his ass, Wilkins stopped
moving. I'm not sure whether eight thick inches was more than he was
used to or if he was savoring the sensation of having his ass stopped
up. I had reached the stage of the game where I could no longer remain
still.

	While Wilkins was catching his breath, I slowly reached over
his side and wrapped my fingers around his very stiff, dripping, uncut
nine inches of prime meat. It startled him and when he jumped, my hard
cock slid in up to the cock-hairs. Wilkins made a quick intake of
breath and shuddered before he could control the noise and we lay
still for a while to make sure that no one was paying us any
attention. Not more than six feet on all four sides were other two-man
tents, but not like ours.

	I whispered in his ear, "This is fuckin' driving me crazy man.
It's all I can do to keep from shooting my load in your tight ass
right now." Wilkins wiggled his ass and we both moaned. We had to be
careful, this was too hot of a situation in more than one way. He
began rocking slowly back and forth again. Letting my cock slide
almost out of his ass-hole and then slowly sucking it back in. At the
same time, I jacked his dick. I ran my tongue over his ear and nibbled
on the lobes, it made him jerk back spasmodically, but with too much
noise. I tried to control my urge to plunge my tongue into his ear.

	"Turn over on your stomach," I mumbled. He carefully turned
over, and I slid my legs in-between his without letting my cock slip
out of his clutching ass-hole. Once in position, I began fucking one
of the tightest and hottest Marine asses on the base. Wilkins bit into
the side of his hand to keep from moaning out, and I bit into the side
of his neck and shoulder to muffle the sounds of our fucking.
Suddenly, he began to shudder and his ass-hole clutched my cock like a
hand trying to rip it off. I started shooting and bit down on his
shoulder to keep from yelling out loud.

	After a few minutes, we caught our breath and stopped shaking
from our tremendous climax. I kissed his neck and ear and told him
that I wanted more of this and real soon. Wilkins turned his head
enough to kiss me and slid his probing tongue into my mouth and down
my throat. We had to quit, the first time was luck, but more was pure
suicide.

	I slid off his back and over to my side of the sleeping bag.
Wilkins turned on his side and once more pushed his ass into my
crotch. He reached back and grabbed my hand and lay it on his side. We
fell asleep that way, touching, but not obvious to anyone just walking
by.

	We woke just before dawn and reveille. Jumping into our cammie
pants and boots, we walked to the, "Water buffalo" (water tank
transport) and got water to wash-up with and shave. Wilkins first name
is Jeff, and he said that he wanted to get together after the exercise
and see just how noisy we could really get. Seems that Jeff is a true
screamer. If I had known before, I would have shit my pants.

	Jeff said that when I had grabbed his cock and my dick slid up
his ass, he didn't know whether to, "piss, go blind, or wind his
watch." He wasn't wearing a watch. "It scared me shitless, but it
hurt just right, I had no intention of letting that piece of meat get
away." He smiled broadly as he glanced down at my crotch. We burst
into laughter and turned in time to notice another Marine approaching
us from the direction of the tents. Jeff and I smiled at each other
and began to shave.

	The new man was dirty blond, light brown eyes, about 5'7" and
140 pounds of very well put together Southern California surfer turned
U.S. Marine. He said good morning as he approached and then lowered
his voice. "If you wouldn't mind Sir, I really would like to share my
tent with you tonight. Besides, I almost lost my mind last night
listening to you two. I had to jack-off in my shorts." Wilkins and I
looked at each other and burst into laughter again. Not only had we
been caught with our hands in the cookie jar, the guy who caught us
wanted some of the cookies.

	I alternated tents for the next six days. When I got home I
really needed the three days off they gave me. I spent it sleeping
alone. It's strange, that Staff Sergeant never did manage to get that
other tent, but then who's complaining.

			       The End