Doug Brady, Marine

"Now that's what I call packaging," Doug chided him.
"I just grabbed something to put on," Scott said.
"You say that. But somewhere down deep in that devious mind, you know you're packaging yourself," Doug said as he was taking off his clothes.
"Maybe I am. It's all right, isn't it?" Scott asked.
"It's more than all right. Shit, if those guys don't hurry up...,fuck, Scot, I never noticed before how sexy you are."
Scott paced while Doug was in the shower. Out on the deck, back inside, around the room; he finally went out and walked up and down the hallways. He wasn't exactly scared...he was excited...but it was such intense excitement that he could hardly breath. He thought about backing out but he knew this opportunity would never come again. And the marines were probably on their way. He wondered how many there would be.
He was standing at the motel exit gazing out on the parking lot and wondering what he was getting himself into, when he saw a car pull up way across the lot; a car full of guys. He turned and rushed back to the room.
"I think they're here. I saw a car full of guys pull up," he announced breathlessly to Doug.
"You sound nervous."
"All of a sudden I'm very nervous."
"Hey, if you want to change your mind, all you gotta do is say so."
"They're already here," Scott said with some urgency in his voice.
"I'll tell them to go back."
"No," he said softly, shaking his head. "No, this opportunity won't ever come again; I would never forgive myself, being this close."
"Okay."
They waited till there was a knock at the door. Scott jumped. Doug looked at him all the time he was walking to the door.
"Are you sure you wanta do this? I can send them away."
Again, he shook his head, and Doug opened the door.
"Hey, stud."
"Hey, Conner...guys...come on in," Doug said.
Scott watched file into the room; one...two...three...four... five...six! There were six of them! My Godd, what was he going to do with six marines!
"Guys, this is Scott, an old buddy and team mate of mine from home," Doug said. "This is Conner...and he's the only one I know."
Conner made the rest of the introductions. "That's Joe... Chris...Christian ...Paul...and that's Gunner.....and that's Jason."
Scott nodded and shook hands with a couple of them who put out their hands, and took them all in with a sweeping look. Jason stood out, not just because he was big and muscular but he was also black. His black jeans hugged his bubble butt and his thighs and his upper his arms were contrasted against the white T-shirt. His broad features and square jaw formed a handsome face with a dimple in his chin. He topped it off with cowboy boots.
Joe was muscular...they all were...and roughly handsome; a look that made him look almost mean until he smiled. Chris was a tall, lean-muscled blonde, tanned...they were all tanned...he looked like a California beach boy in a tank-top that drew attention to his broad, muscle-heaped shoulders.
Christian had black hair and snappy black eyes and the way he carried himself he looked like he belonged in prep school instead of the marines. Paul was a quiet-type, well-built with soft, warm eyes and a trace of a smile that always seemed to be there, like he knew something nobody else knew.
Gunner was just plain big and drop-dead good looking. His had on faded, well-worn cut-off jeans that were cut off about mid-thigh and the denim material was fairly stretched around his thickly-muscles thighs. His shoulders stuck out of his sleeveless muscle shirt like soccer balls, and his arms would've stretched the sleeves of a t-shirt if he wore one. The shirt fit snug around the middle so his abs could be seen rippling when he moved. He looked like a bodybuilder who needed to stop lifting weights for awhile.
"There's beer iced down in the sink," Doug said.
Jason, closest to the sink, appointed himself bartender and began tossing out cans of beer to his buddies. He tossed one to Scott last. Scott opened it and downed it all. He was going to need it.
Joe snatched a beer out of the air and popped the tab. He took a long swig, about half the can. "I guess you're the one doing us?" he said to Scott as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Scott didn't reply verbally. They knew he was but he was taken aback by the guy's boldness. The rest of the marines followed Joe's lead and began taking off their clothes. Scott watched with panicked excitement as the six marines stripped and bared their muscular bodies.
Joe stopped at his shorts and socks. He took another drink of beer and looked at Scott. "You wanta finish this for me?" he asked, snapping the waistband of his shorts as he moved squarely in front of him.
Scott could feel the man's body-heat, then he was so close he could feel the hair on his thighs. Joe put his hand on Scott's shoulder, with a little pressure. Scott let himself be pushed down to his knees in front of the muscular marine. Joe put his hand on the back of his head and smashed his face against the front of his shorts.
"Mouth it, get `em nice and wet first, before you take them off of me."
Scott was too weak from excitement even if he wanted to refuse. He mouthed the big lump of man-flesh curled up inside the pouch till the material was wet. He could feel it come to life and he was anxious to have the bare, warm flesh in his mouth.
"Shit, this is going to be great; he's hungry for cock," Joe said.
When his cock was tenting his briefs, Joe pulled the waistband down and tucked it under his balls. His cock fell free, swinging straight out like a battering ram. He was big, but not as big as Doug. He pulled Scott's face back and forced his cock in his mouth. He didn't stop till he had maneuvered it all the way down his throat.
"Fuck, look at that! He made him swallow the whole thing!" Chris exclaimed.
"Yeah, I wanta see him do that to Jason," Christian said.
Joe laughed. "Like anybody could do that to Jason," he scoffed.
"Hey, what the fuck is that!" somebody yelled.
It was Gunner, yelling at Chris, who was taking pictures.
"I thought we might want a momento of this occasion," Chris said.
"Momento, your ass!" Gunner swore.
"Go ahead, let him take pictures, I don't mind," Joe said.
Nobody asked Scott if he minded. Actually, the idea of having pictures excited him. He just wouldn't want them falling into the wrong hands. Gunner and the rest of the men felt the same.
"You're gonna mind if the marines gets hold of `em," someone said.
"Hey, there's no film, it's a digital camera," Chris said. "You can have the damned chip after you look at the pictures. Destroy it, or keep it."
Scott was a little fearful but anxious to see Jason. They were all naked now except Jason, and tanned to the waist; Paul and Christian had swim-suit tans and Christian wore an awfully small swim suit. Chris had an all over tan.
"You still haven't told us where you go to get that full-body tan," Paul said.
"Didn't I tell you?" Chris asked.
"No."
"Good, then I'm still safe," Chris said.
Joe stopped Scott from moving and held his head in his hands to fuck his face. Scott clasped his hands around his thighs. He loved the feel of the brick-hard muscles. He felt a hand inside his running shorts, feeling his bare butt.
"Aww, feel this," someone said.
There was another hand on his butt.
"That is one fuckable ass."
And yet another hand that explored both sides and down the middle. They left little doubt that they were going to use his ass for their pleasure. Scott didn't mind, except that he didn't know if the marines were simply interested in getting their rocks off or if they were geared up for an all-day/all-night orgy. And he wondered just how big Jason was. Gunner, too, but he was more anxious to get his hands on Gunner's body and feel his bulging muscles against him.
"Hey, let's get him up on the bed," Christian said. "Stretch out on the bed, Joe, so we can get him up here on his hands and knees; fuck, I can't stand to see that tight, round butt going to waste."
Somebody was passing around more beer and they offered one to Scott as someone helped him to his feet. He took it and downed about half of it and handed the can back. He was already feeling good and relaxed; he needed to feel it more before they went to work on him. A pair of hands pulled his
T-shirt off and somebody else was pulling his shorts down and off, leaving him in his sneakers.
"Goddam, that is downright edible," Chris, rubbing Scott's ass.
Two pairs of hands guided him to the bed where Joe was stretched out crossways with his legs spread apart and holding his cock straight up. On his knees at the edge of the mattress they pulled his legs apart so his butt was tilted back and pulled apart.
"You said it was edible, chow down. Here, I'll hold your beer for you," Gunner challenged Chris as he reached for his beer.
"Naw, I'm gonna need it, and another one or two before I do that," Chris joked.
Out of the corner of his eye, while he was sucking Joe's thick cock, Scott saw Christian move around from the foot of the bed, behind him, then felt his hands on his butt. "Nice," he said. Somebody was holding out a tube of lube for him then Scott felt the slick, warm lube being applied to his butt, being worked into his asshole. He winced but the pleasure was already too good to
worry about some minor pain. He was glad it was Christian fucking him first. He was big, but he wasn't huge. After Doug, Scott knew he could handle him okay.
The heat of Christian's cock pressed against his slick hole, probing gently. Then Christian grasped him by the hips and shoved.
"UUhhnnnnn," Christian moaned as his cock burst through the tight hole into the heat of Scott's asshole.
Scott winced with pain but muffled his gasp with Joe's cock in his mouth. Christian didn't waste any time. He shoved right in and went to work, pumping in and out through his hole, sliding across the spot that made Scott want to come all the time.
Shit, I don't want to come yet, he thought. He wanted to hold out till he experienced all six of the big marines. Seven including Doug, although he didn't know if Doug was going to participate; he still had his clothes on.
"Ohhh...Ohhh, Mannn, he's hot and tight," Christian said.
Scott was thinking ahead to Joe's finish. He didn't know if he should take his load. It might freak them out if he swallowed. But then, Joe might not warn him or let him off of his cock when he shot off and once he came in his mouth, the others would surely follow suit and he was going to be drinking a lot of come. He hoped he didn't get sick.
Before long, Scott was jutting his butt back onto Christian's thrusting cock.
"Aww, yeah, look at him...he loves it...he's a regular cock hound," Gunner said.
Joe shot off without warning. Suddenly he was spurting his hot come into Scott's mouth and he had his hands around his head so he couldn't move off. Scott took it and lavered the stuff round the belching head till the taste permeated his taste buds then he swallowed. He had always wondered if all come tasted alike. It didn't. Joe's wasn't as good as Doug's come but
feeling it shooting into his mouth excited him.
Paul took Joe's place on the bed, kneeling back on his haunches to offer Scott his cock. He was about the same size but he had a perfectly shaped cock, like the veins had been specially designed and placed around the hand-crafted instrument. Instinctively, Scott lapped up his precome just before he shoved his cock in his mouth.
"Can you take it all, like you did Joe's," Paul asked as he clasped his hands around Scott's head.
He took it easier than Joe's, because of the perfect shape.
Christian was still pounding his ass, making him squeal and whimper with delight around Paul's cock. Scott wondered that nobody mentioned condoms. But he felt safe with a bunch of healthy marines, and he wanted to feel their come and taste it, not have it gathered in a condom to go to waste.
When Christian shot off he pulled his cock out of Scott's ass and jacked it off all over his butt. Scott liked the feel of the hot juice landing on his bare skin but he was disappointed that he didn't get to feel his heat inside his ass.
"Hey, Chris, now that's what I call edible...nice smooth butt meat with warm man-sauce. Come on, chow down on that," Gunner said.
"If it was my own juice, maybe I would," Chris said, again, making it sound like he was joking, but Scott wasn't so sure.
"Hey, did anybody bring anything to smoke?" someone asked.
"I brought some poppers," Chris said.
Paul wanted to fuck him, on his back. He pulled his cock out of his mouth and Scott positioned eagerly positioned himself on his back.
"No, I mean both of us on our backs," Paul said. "You on your back on top of me."
Scott moved to let Paul stretch out then he stepped straddle him and lowered himself on his cock.
"OOhhhhhh," he whispered as the big cock snaked up deeper than before as he settled his butt onto Paul's hair.
"That hurt this way?" Paul asked.
"No. No, it just goes in deeper," Scott said. He lay back on Paul's upper body and humped his butt in rhythm with his thrusts. Chris and Gunner stood at the side of the bed watching the action up close.
"Look at that asshole swallowing his cock," Chris remarked.
"Yeah, I wonder it could stretch enough to swallow two cocks at the same time," Gunner said.
"Not if one of them was yours," Chris said. "He'll do good to take your cock by itself. But mine...I'm normal size..."
Scott felt a twinge of fear as he imagined taking two cocks at the same time, and afraid that he might have to. If they decided they were going to double-fuck him, he would have to take it. It looked around for Doug, as if he wanted to ask for his help or protection, but Doug wasn't standing where he could see him.
"Go for it," Gunner said. "If you guys get him stretched out, maybe he can take me and somebody else. Meanwhile, I'm gonna get some head." Gunner stepped up on the bed and stood astraddle Scott and Paul and lowered himself on his haunches to feed Scott his cock. Gunner was huge. Not just thick...so big around, his own hand didn't reach around it... he was nine or ten inches long. Scott couldn't take it down his throat, despite their joint efforts, and Gunner finally resigned himself to just fucking his mouth.
Scott was scared now as he felt Chris feeling his ass, around Paul's cock. The next moment, it was evident that they were going to it.
"Here's some lube," someone said.
He was going to do it! They were going to double-fuck him! Geezuss, two cocks that size...he didn't know if he could take it. He was afraid they might tear his asshole apart. But he couldn't speak up, his mouth was full of cock, and he was sure it wouldn't have done any good anyway. These marines were there for sex, and they would use him in any way they wanted to get satisfy their desires.
He cringed when he felt the heat of Chris's cock poking at his ass, already so full of Paul's cock. Paul held still and Scott held his breath. He could feel the second cock wedging firmly into the top part of his asshole, along the top of Paul's cock.
"Here, need some of this?" someone asked.
He turned his head to the side and someone was holding an open bottle of poppers. He laid his head over and breathed in both nostrils.
"Okay, give it to him," the guy said.
The timing was precise. As the poppers kicked in, Chris shoved his cock through the top of part of his hole, sliding it up along the underside of Paul's cock and he was in him.
"UUUhhhhhhh,!" Scott moaned, tossing his head back.
"Got it in him?"
"Oh, yeah," Chris said.
"Fuck, yeah, I can feel your cock sliding against mine," Paul said.
"Hey, don't fall in love down there, you guys," someone joked.
Scott sucked up the pain, surprised that it wasn't severe. Not sharp, unbearable pain, just the feeling of being stretched. He finally had to let the air out of his lungs.
"How's that feel?"
He blinked and saw Doug's face hovering over him.
"Awww...awwww, this is more than I expected," Scott said.
"Is it okay? I can make `em stop," Doug said.
"No...no, I don't want them to stop. Awww, man, it's incredible, two big hot cocks sliding in and out of my tight ass." He was surprised to feel a big, strong hand wrap around his cock. The others were surprised, too.
"What the hell, you're jacking him off?" someone asked, surprised.
"Hey, he deserves something for all of this," the guy said.
"I think he's getting what he wants out of it."
But the guy kept on jacking him off. The level of Scott's pleasure reached unbelievable heights with each passing moment. The two big cocks slid in and out of his stretched asshole, working back and forth against each other like two hot, oiled pistons, vying for his prostate.
"Hey, when you get ready to come, pull out," Gunner told them. "I wanta see you guys come. I wanta see which one of you shoots the most and farther."
"Shit, what kind of a pervert are you?" Chris asked.
Scott's pleasure was so intense he didn't know how much longer he could stand it.
"You getting anywhere near close?" Chris asked Paul
"I can work it up anytime you're ready," Paul said.
They worked each other up, pumping their cocks against each other. Chris seemed mesmerized, watching their two cocks slide in and out of Scott's hole.
"I'm getting close," Paul said.
"Slow down, I'm getting there," Chris told him.
Gunner stepped forward, holding the open bottle of poppers at the ready. When he saw that they were over the top he shoved the bottle at Chris's nose.
"Come on, take this stuff, it'll toss you over the fuckin' wall," he said.
Chris barely finished the dose before he jerked his cock out and began to shoot his load. The stuff spewed out all over Scott's cock and up across his abs, to his chest. Paul withdrew then and Scott reached down to jack him to the finish. Paul's load shot up at a sharp angle and landed on his belly before it subsided to his balls.
"You said if it was your own juice you would eat it," Gunner reminded Chris, and pushed him down by the shoulders.
Chris resisted but the others chided him to do it.
"Come on, chicken shit, you said you would do it," Jason said.
Gunner offered him the bottle and he took another dose of poppers. He paused while the stuff went to work then bent down and started lapping his come up off of Scott's abs. The others laughed and applauded and clanked their beers together in victorious salute.
Scott was surprised at the way Chris was licking up the warm come. So were the others.
"He acts like he likes it," Joe said.
"Are you sure you haven't done that before?" Christian asked.
"Hey, I've got some here for you," one of the others said.
Chris raised up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a goofy, victorious grin on his face. "There, motherfuckers, don't ever say I went back on my word," he said.
"You were going at it like you liked it," Joe said.
"It wasn't all that bad," Chris said.
"How'd Paul's come taste, any different from yours, or does it all taste the same?" Joe asked.
Chris looked at him with a blank stare and the other started laughing. Paul was easing Scott off of him to he could raise up.
"Did you shoot off?" Chris asked him.
"Like gang-busters, about the same time you did," Paul said.
"But you...you shot all over his balls."
"I couldn't see where I was shooting, but it felt like I must've hit the ceiling."
"Geezusss...Shit!" Chris swore as he backed off the bed. "You motherfucker, you tricked me," he yelled at Gunner angrily. "You fed me poppers so I wouldn't know what the hell I was doing."
"You didn't seem to care, either," Gunner said. "But what the hell, come is come, so they tell me. I just wonder if it all tastes the same."
But Chris was on his way to the bathroom, gagging and spitting. The other marines roared with laughter.
Gunner surprised him. He didn't climb on and plunge in like the others did. He laid himself lightly over him and worked his cock back and forth along side Scott's cock and rubbed their muscles together.
"I hope I can do you some good after those guys double fucked you," Gunner said. Then he lifted Scott's legs onto his shoulders, bending him in half.
Paul and Chris stretched him so that when Gunner fucked him he was ready for him. He was still tight, simply because of Gunner's size, but it didn't hurt. He just felt stuffed full, and it was a good feeling. He fucked him slowly, as if he were afraid he might hurt him. It almost like he was making love to him, although Scott didn't think Gunner had that in him, to make love to another guy. But he came awfully close. He arched up over Scott's body, plunging his huge cock straight down into his ass; his face was nuzzled in the curve of Scott's neck.
"You are one fuckin' hot little stud," he whispered.
"Thanks."
"So fuckin' cute," Gunner went on.
"Thanks."
"If we didn't have all these other fuckers here, I think I would kiss you."
"Maybe...sometime..."
Just then the others noticed how gentle and tender Gunner was being, and the way he was hunkered over Scott while he fucked him.
"Shit, man, are you fucking him in the ass or making love to him?" one of the said.
Quickly Gunner reverted back to stud-marine status and began fucking him harder, till the end, he got almost brutal. Scott didn't mind. It probably couldn't ever happen but it was enough just knowing how Gunner felt. Gunner didn't pull out. He shot him full of come. At the end he hovered down close and whispered, "Thanks, stud."
They offered him to Doug.
"Hell, after all, you arranged this," Christian said.
"Naw, go ahead. You guys are leaving, I'm not," Doug said.
They all looked at Jason, who had been sitting patiently in the chair with one foot cocked over the other knee. He'd been rubbing his shorts and squeezing his tits. They could see his shorts were tented but they didn't know how badly till he smiled and stood up.
"Holy Shit!!" Chris exclaimed.
"Dam!" Christian swore.
"Fuck, Jason, I've seen you in the showers a hundred times but... hell, that's ridiculous," Joe said.
Scott lay gaping at the big black cock attached to the sleek, muscular frame. It stood out straight, so long he couldn't believe it. It looked like a foot long! Geezuss, maybe more. He was afraid to ask. How does he carry it around, Scott wondered.
Jason let his cock throb up and down a few times then wrapped his hand around it.
"You're gonna need another pair of hands to jack off," Gunner said.
"Who says I jack off," Jason said cockily. "When you've got one like this, you don't need to jack yourself off." He looked at Chris with a sly grin. "Just ask Chris."
They all turned their eyes on Chris, looking surprised and unbelieving. Chris looked embarrassed enough to be guilty.
"Hey, don't look at me, he's just joking," he said defensively.
"Yeah? How come our face is turning red?"
"I wasn't expecting him to say that."
"Yeah, I'll bet you weren't."
"Come on guys, you know I wouldn't be doing that for any guy," Chris said. "Tell `em Jason, tell `em you’re only kidding...come on, tell `em, I don't wanta get that reputation."
"You already got yourself a reputation, now," Joe drawled. "Shit, you lapped up Paul's come like it was whipped cream."
"You tricked me into that," Chris said.
"Anybody who would eat come would jack a guy off," Gunner said.
"Okay, okay, I was kidding," Jason said, laughing. "I tried to get him to do it but he wouldn't."
"Now that's a lie, too," Chris exclaimed, laughing.
Through it all, Scott was wondering if he could handle Jason's huge cock; how he could possibly take it...fleetingly, how he could get out of it. It was so big it scared him. Being double fucked, he knew he could handle his girth but he didn't know where he was going to put it so deep. Geezzuss, his ass had to end somewhere, and he was afraid Jason would extend beyond that.
He looked at Doug but he had a helpless look on his face. He was right, there wasn't going to be any stopping Jason. Not after taking on the rest of them.
Jason moved over to the bed, his cock extending out over the edge of the mattress. He must've seen the fear on Scott's face. He smiled as he set one knee into the mattress between Scott's legs and lifted one leg onto his shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna plow you a new asshole with this," he said. "Well, I am, but I'll do it nice and easy," he added.
"Have you ever had that thing buried in a guy's ass before?" Joe asked.
"Yeah," he said with a wide grin as he looked around the room at every one of his buddies. "But I'm not gonna tell which one of you took it." Then he turned his attention back to Scott. He spat on his cock and lubed it up. "I don't think I'm gonna need much lube, you're pretty much lubed up by now."
"Yeah," Scott said.
"Does this scare you?" Jason asked.
"A little," he replied honestly.
Somebody handed him the bottle of poppers but Jason shoved it away.
"When he needs that stuff, he'll tell you," He looked down at Scott. "You don't need it, do you? You're not that scared."
"No. If I do, I'll tell you," Scott said. He wondered if they could hear the tremor that he felt in his voice. He glanced once more at Doug and saw that there was no help there. He was going to get fucked by a horse!
Jason brought Scott's other leg up onto his shoulder and pulled him in tighter to his own body. His cock stuck way out over Scott's belly and he tried to imagine where it would go. Probably into his lungs. He felt the heat of the blunt head sliding between his buns, then pressing anxiously against his hole.
Instinctively, he tried to tighten it but he was too relaxed from all the other action. The hot head slid through his sphincter muscle and burrowed its way into his guts. Deeper and deeper, quickly passing where all the others had reached. He didn't know how much he had in him and how much there was left,
but Jason was definitely entering new territory; a place where he doubted any man would ever go again.
"You doing okay?" Jason asked him.
"Yeah...so far," Scott replied.
"Shit, man, where's he putting it?" someone said.
"Fuck, you shove that think in any deeper, you're gonna be doing a tonsillectomy without a license," Joe said.
Scott lurched when Jason hit something deep inside him, and he paused with a mumbled "sorry" but deftly maneuvered around it and kept doing deeper. Suddenly, his cock entered a place that made Scott tremble with excitement. It was as if he had truly plowed into a whole new asshole; an empty, open space that radiated with the heat of his huge cock.
"You need some poppers?" Jason asked. "We've got a couple more inches to go.”
"No," Scott replied breathlessly. "No, it doesn't' hurt, it's...ohhh, I don't know how to describe it, but...awwhhh... it don't hurt." He stifled his outcry as Jason buried the final couple of inches of cock inside him. When he leaned down against him Scott wrapped his arms and legs around him to hold him tight.
"Fuck, boy, you took it like a real man," Jason whispered.
"I took it like a coward," Scott said. "I was scared to death."
"But you're not now. You need any poppers?"
"No. No, I'm fine," he said.
"Does that mean I can fuck you?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't hear you."
"Yeah," Scott said again.
"I still didn't hear you," Jason said.
Scott realized then that he was playing his game.
"Yeah, you can fuck me," he said.
Jason fucked him like none of the others had, or could; like Doug had never fucked him, and like he believed no other man would ever fuck him again. If he ever wanted to feel this again he would have to go to a stud farm and hire a stallion. He clung to the big black stud like a drowning man. His brain was awash with lust so that he couldn't even focus. My Godd, he was touching so many places inside him...incessantly thrusting him to a higher level, it seemed with almost every thrust of his cock.
"You're gonna make me come," Scott gasped. "I'm gonna come, but you don't have to stop," he said.
"Ohh, yeahhhh, let it go, stud," Jason said as Scott began spurting come out all over both of them. "Shit, that's hot! Aww, mannn, I love the way your asshole's clenching around my cock when you shoot."
Scott was near exhaustion after he shot his load but Jason didn't stop. The others were gathered around, watching in quiet awe. Jason didn't seem to mind that he wasn't giving back as enthusiastically as before; he just kept on, using him as a vessel for his sex. Scott nearly lost his sensibilities when Jason shot off. His utterances were squeals and groans and whimpers and outcries all in one noise as he clung to the big black man, receiving the hot essence of his black manhood. He clung tightly till he felt his body begin to relax. Then he let go and fell into a state of total relaxation himself. He could feel himself floating off even during the long withdrawal of Jason's cock.
"Dam, I wanted to see you shoot off," someone complained.
"Get down on your knees, I'll let you see," Jason said.
Scott succumbed to his tired slumber.
"Shit, I think you fucked him right out of his mind," were the last words he heard.
He came out of a sleep that felt like he'd been there forever. He opened his eyes but didn't look around. He could see that it was dark outside. He'd never felt so totally and wonderfully relaxed in his life. He clenched his asshole to see if it was sore. It wasn't. That would probably come later. There was somebody lying beside him on the bed, propped back against the headboard.
"Is he going to wake up?" someone asked.
"We gave him a pretty good workout."
"Yeah, but he took it. He would make a hell of a marine."
"Are we going to wake him up? Are we going to have another go at it, or are we gonna leave and let him sleep?"
"I think he's awake."
Scott recognized the voice as Doug who was the one lying close to him. He looked up at him and Doug smiled down at him. The others were lounging around the room, sitting on the floor with their knees cocked up, or sitting on the dresser, sipping beer. When they heard Doug they came to life, standing up, setting down their beers.
It was Gunner who spoke with surprising concern. "Hey, stud, do you want some more, or do you want us to get out of here and leave you alone?"
"I'll take it as long as I can," Scott replied.
"Or maybe..." Joe spoke up. "Maybe Doug and him want to have a little time together before he heads back home."
Everyone looked at Doug. Doug looked at Scott.
"We can say our good-byes later," Doug said.
So it began all over again. Scott didn't even try to keep track of who was fucking him, or who's cock he had in his mouth, or who's come was blasting inside him or all over him. He let himself be used and enjoyed it. His asshole was almost numb but he could still feel the wonderful sensations of a hot, hard cock inside him. He especially felt Jason's huge cock as it reached deep where he hadn't been use as much. It could be said that the marines wore down before Scott did. One by one, they called it quits and began to take their turns in the shower before they got dressed.
"Hey, a couple of us ought to help Scott in the shower," Paul said.
"Yeah, right, you just want one more crack at him," Joe scoffed.
"No, seriously, if he wants to shower, I'm going to help him. He's probably too exhausted to stand up." He looked down at Scott. "Want us to help you in the shower?"
"I could sure use one," Scott said.
It was Paul and Gunner who helped him in the shower. He was surprised how gentle and caring they were. They even washed his back for him, and his butt and his legs. For a moment, he thought one of them might actually wash his cock but they stopped short.
Somebody brought back clean sheets and the bed was freshly made when Scott came out of the shower. The others were dressed, except Doug, and they waited while Gunner and Paul dried off and got dressed.
"You feel better?" Joe asked Scott with a sincere grin.
"I feel great," Scott said.
"How great?" Joe asked, looking at his watch, laughing.
"Geezuss, give the guy a break," Jason said.
"Look who's talking about giving him a break, after reaming him out a whole new asshole," Christian said.
"You sound jealous," Jason chided him. "Don't worry, I'm all yours if you want me."
They sort of lined up to shake hands with Scott as they were ready to leave. They seemed to really care about him, as a man, not just as a sex object, which he surely was. He knew he had been used, beyond his wildest dreams or expectations, but he didn't care. In reality, he had used them, too. He told them good-bye, one by one. He was surprised when Jason even gave him a big hug.
"You were great, stud," he told him as he held him tightly against his muscular body.
Doug closed the door and sighed and Scott sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Well?" he asked.
"It was incredible," Scott said.
"I'm glad. It seemed so. I got a little worried, there, but you seemed to be enjoying it."
"Why were you worried? What were you worried about?" Scott asked.
"That they might hurt you."
"They were all very considerate, I thought," Scott said.
"Yeah, they surprised me for a bunch of marines."
"Thanks, Doug, for setting it up."
"It was my pleasure," Doug said.
"Actually, you didn't get any pleasure," Scott reminded him.
"I liked watching. And I knew I would get mine."
"I don't know how good it's going to be...hell, I lost count," Scott said.
"That's not important. We'll do whatever you want to do, whenever you want to do it. The important thing is to just be together," Doug said.
"Did anybody get the chip from the camera?" Scott asked.
"No, I don't think so. But don't worry, he won't do anything with it. Those guys would kill him."
"I want to take some pictures of you before I leave," Scott said.
"Not incriminating ones, I hope."
"Only if they fall into the wrong hands," Scott said with a grin.
"Well, you can start taking pictures," Doug said as he rubbed his cock.
"There'll be plenty of time for that," Scott said as he lay back on the bed.
"I hope you can feel something," Scott said as Doug was fucking him.
"Do you?"
"Oh, yeah...I'm feeling a lot," Scott said.
"So am I.
It wasn't like all the rest. Doug didn't use him. Scott imagined that he was making love to him. He didn't, but it was a feeling and an image that Scott wanted to take with him.
Doug fucked him and he sucked his cock and generally made love to Doug's body till nearly eleven o'clock.
"I gotta be getting back, before midnight," Doug said as they lay together in the aftermath with come all over them.
"I know, and I need to get on the road," Scott said.
"You wanted to take some pictures?"
"Yes. You go ahead and shower, I'll get the pictures I want."
Scott got his pictures and it was all they could do to hold off from another round of hot sex before they got dressed, but they had to.
"Hey, I was going to ask you, where did you get those shorts? They're sexy as hell," Doug said as Scott was about to put them on.
Scott tossed them to him. "Try them on."
Doug slipped them on and tucked his fluffed up manhood into the pouch. The pouch both protruded and hung loose, like a bag full of rocks.
"They look great. You can keep them but can you wear those around the barracks?"
"Question is, do I have the balls to wear them round the barracks," Doug said.
"One look, and there's no doubt there," Scott said. "It looks like you've got yours and somebody else's balls stuff in there."
Doug hesitated then said, "Fuck, yeah, I've got the balls to wear `em. Who's gonna say anything? And if they do, they gotta explain why they're looking."
Scott lingered back from getting dressed as he watched Doug.
"God, I hate to see you cover all of that up," he said huskily.
"Well, now that you know what's under there, you can come down and visit again," Doug said.
"I was hoping you would say that."
"I think some of those other guys would be very happy to see you come down again," Doug said. He glanced at his watch. "Why don't you stick around, get some more rest before you hit the road? The room's yours till eleven in the morning."
"I think I will."
It was an awkward moment as Doug started to move to the door but stopped, as if he were going back to the bed. But he went on and put his hand on the door knob. He looked around, let go of the door and started back but Scott met him half way.
"I don't know why saying good-bye is so awkward," Doug said.
"Maybe because we don't want to say it," Scott said.
"Oh, I sure as hell don't want to say it," Doug said. "I wish I could wake up in the morning, and every morning, and find you lying in the next bunk. Well, actually, I would rather wake up to find you in my bunk, but I'll settle for the next one."
"I wish I could stay," Scott said.
"Why don't you?" Doug said. "I mean, you're free to move around more than I am. You could get a job down here."
"Let's don't talk about that now," Scott said.
"No, you're right. We're supposed to be saying good-bye," Doug said. He put out his hand.
Scott was surprised but he took his hand. Then he put his other hand on Scott's shoulder and pulled them together for a tight hug.
"If I hang around here for another minute, I'm gonna be kissing you goodbye," he said, laughing.
"Would that be so bad?" Scott asked.
"No. No, it wouldn't. And I want to, so fuckin' bad...but I don't want to walk out of here with a bunch of false hope or a bunch of feelings I gotta sort out."
Before Scott could ask what kind of hope or feelings he was talking about, Doug opened the door and let go of his hand. Their eyes met for a moment.
"When I walk out the door, I'm not gonna look back. I'm just gonna tell you this before I go...I wanta see you again, Scott, real bad, and real soon." With that, he was gone. Scott rushed to the door to peer out into the hallway. He didn't look back. Scott watched the marine walk down the hallway, his tight butt churning in his pants and his broad shoulders swaying with a manly swagger. He watched till he turned the corner.
Scott went back into the room. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. The room was suddenly so vacant and silent. He eyed the bed but it didn't beckon him. It, too, was so empty, and he couldn't fill it alone. He set his bag on the bed and began packing his stuff. It would serve no good purpose to stick around, and he looked forward to the quiet solitude of driving into the night.