GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/maneuver.txt

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 Copywrite 1987 by Mel, San Diego, CA.
 Author: Mel Bridges - GayCom 1/100
 Distributed by Lambdaville, USA 1/100 - [phone]


                             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 8
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 8 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 10 or 12 hours.
Barring that, 4 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 jockying, 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 24 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 wheather 8 thick inches was more
than he was used to or if he was savoring the sensation of having his ass
stoppered.  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 9" 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 buffallo" (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 wheather 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 6 days.  When I got home I really needed
the 3 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.


                                                 Mel

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