His name was Chris and he worked for my dad. He was the Stores Clerk for the Marine Corps Artillery Unit my dad commanded. That meant that he had the keys to the armory and the storerooms. He worked directly under the Master Sergeant who actually ran everything, but who pretty much left Chris alone as long as there were no problems.

Summer vacation. Nothing to do. Bored. Dad offered a ride to his work one day and I accepted. Dad and I got along OK, I guess, but we just weren't very close. They were getting ready for a big field exercise and I sort of got all wound up in all the excitement. Mostly, I ended up helping Chris, who was so cool! Laid back. Easy going. Friendly, and everyone's friend. All the guys went to the geedunk for lunch, but I hadn't brought any money and Dad had already taken off to some meeting. Chris noticed me hanging back and made me tag along, telling me not to sweat the small stuff. He bought me lunch and I got to sit with all the other guys and listen to them tell dirty jokes. I was Chris' devoted servant after that.

I started hanging out, and everyone understood that I worked for Chris. My parents had none of the modern day suspicions about everything. My Dad just wanted to know if I was being a pain-in-the-arse. The guys all gave me a hard time about being Chris' "boy", but it was all in good fun and, like Chris, I liked everyone, and everyone liked me. Everyone was working their arses off getting ready for the big annual inspection that was coming up and tempers were getting a little short. One of the most laborious jobs was cleaning out the ducting that ran all across the roof and some of the walls. Everything had to be disassembled, cleaned and then carefully bolted back together and remounted. A real pain in the arse. At least until I elbowed the battleship bulk of Dumbkowski (actually Duwumblowski) out of the way and crawled right into the duct.

Everybody instantly changed their attitude about my size and I was suddenly the most popular guy around. Chris rigged up a belt with a pulley and long line on it so they could send me clean gear and I could send the old rags and stuff back. Bright and early the next morning (at Oh-dark-thirty) I was there in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt with my new belt on. By two PM the ducts were getting really hot, but I had every one of them clean as a whistle. A four day job for thirty men done by one boy and a supply clerk in half a day! Chris was real proud of me for helping out him and his buddies when I didn't have too. That made me feel really good.

"Come on!" Chris said after I emerged from the last duct. "The guys can seal that up later. Let's get cleaned up."

We went down to the shower room where Chris made me peel off my now filthy clothes — right in front of him. Thankfully, I didn't actually spring a hard-on. Not all the way anyway.

Chris told me to go ahead and rinse off and he'd bring me some soap and stuff. He left holding my dirty clothes between two fingers, holding them well away from his immaculate utilities. Chris came back with his douche kit and two towels, buck naked. He walked right in and took the shower next to me and handed me a bottle of shampoo. While I was lathering up my long blond hair I was checking out Chris' buzz cut and making plans to visit the base barber… Soon!

Mostly what I was checking out, though, was Chris' hard body and absolutely enormous dick. I'd never seen one hanging that low before and was totally amazed. I did my best, but I'm sure Chris noticed me staring at him. He was just Chris, though. He took it cool and stayed good-natured. We got out and dried off while laughing and joking about stuff.

Then Chris handed me a jockstrap, a pair of red shorts with a USMC logo and a bright yellow shirt with a red "United States Marine Corps" emblem in the middle of the chest. My hands were shaking as I pulled on Chris' jockstrap – a jockstrap that had been wrapped around that monster cock of his. I had a full-fledged boner before the waistband passed my knees. I was red-faced with embarrassment, but Chris just laughed and said, "I brought you a jockstrap because I know you young guys can get boners anytime." So spoke Chris with all the wisdom of his years. I think he was nineteen at the time.

I never did give those clothes back to Chris. I still have and treasure them. Them, and the memories.

Chris took me to the mess hall where they fed me fried chicken and mashed potatoes and creamed corn, all of which were favorites of mine. I couldn't make up my mind to have chocolate cake or apple pie, so Chris got me both. Belly bulging in my bright red and yellow outfit, I was one happy camper walking back to the barracks with the guys.

I asked Chris if he thought it might be okay for me to spend the night sometime and he said, "Sure, Tonight OK?"

Chris steered me to his 'office', a cubbyhole in the back of the storeroom, and broke out the cards. He was trying to master Acey-Ducey, and I was teaching him some not very expensive lessons. When we got bored with that Chris asked me If I wanted to kick back and do something more exciting. I said, "Sure." Chris led me back through the storeroom and into a smaller room that I never knew was there. I don't think anyone else did either.

Chris closed the door and locked it while I looked around. Not much to see except a small wash basin and a great big civilian bed complete with colorful cover and fancy pillows.

"Wow! Cool!" I said.

Chris said the previous supply sergeant had left it to him; that it was a secret, so I should keep mum. I swore I would. Chris looked me up and down and then asked me if I could keep secrets. I swore I could.

"Good," he said. "I noticed that you were pretty interested in my dick in the shower. Would you like a better look at it?"

I got all flustered and red-faced and just stood there stuttering. Chris got that big, friendly grin on his face and ruffled my hair with those long fingers of his.

"That's okay. I understand. I was interested too when I was your age. I don't mind." And with that, Chris dropped his camo pants, unbloused them and hung them from a hook on the wall. Sprawling back across the bed and propping himself up on a couple of the pillows, Chris laid his hands down on his thighs in his groin and held his dick up with his thumbs for me. "Go ahead and check it out, man. I don't mind."

Mesmerized, I moved closer to end of the bed. Chris was cool and calm, with a small grin on his face. He was still wearing his utility cover and blouse and a military tee-shirt. The sleeves of his utility top were carefully rolled up and he looked so cool laying there dressed like that with his naked crotch right in my face. His dick was the neatest thing I'd ever seen. Well over two of his big, long-fingered hands high, it had to be nine or ten inches long with a bend to his left. His cock was hard and bright red on the head and where he'd been circumcised. The head of his cock was super neat. Smooth and arrow-shaped. And all shiny with the juice he was leaking. I laid down on my belly and got as close as I thought I could, Chris' red and yellow cotton clothes caressing my body and his jock holding onto my rampant, leaking tool. I thought I was going to cum all over myself.

"You ready for some buddy-training, Marine?" wonderful Chris asked in a gravely, sexy voice.

I just about came in Chris' jockstrap and it was all I could do to nod and keep from drooling.

That sexy voice rumbled at me again, "Lick my balls, Marine."

I wiggled forward on my belly and buried my noise in Chris' musky crotch. Chris put his fingers on my temples and said, "That's it, Devil Pup. Now start licking and sucking those prime, grade-A Marine Corps nuts."

Happily, I did as I was told. Chris had to slap me gently up against the head a few times for unnecessary roughness, but genially praised my efforts until I was so horny I thought I was going to explode with pleasure, rooting around in Chris' groin and grunting like a pig.

Chris got me up on my knees and turned around enough that he could run his hand down the back of the bright red Marine Corps shorts. His long fingers found my totally unprotected little bud between the straps of the jock I was wearing. Then next thing I knew I had both of Chris' nuts in my mouth and was sucking on them like crazy, whining and crying as Chris worked that long, long middle finger of his up into my virgin rosebud. Chris got it all the way inside me and gave me a good finger-fucking until I was about to go out of my mind.

Looking me right in the eye with my lips wrapped around his nut sack, Chris grinned that happy grin of his — hooked his finger over the little nut up inside of my ass and barked out an order: "Cum in my jockstrap! NOW!"

My whole body convulsed as I immediately obeyed Chris' order. I'd been wanking every day since before I was twelve and I'd never, ever cum like that. Chris kept hooking my prostate and banging my hole with his fuck-finger and it was all I could do to keep from biting his nuts off as electric shocks made my body convulse over and over. I could feel my nuts sucked completely up into my body cavity as I, literally, filled Chris' jock pouch with my clotted teen cum. A billion kids got wasted into that piece of elastic cloth that night.

As my last convulsions were wracking me, Chris ran his long fingers into my hair and pulled my head up, his nuts pulling out of my sucking mouth with a loud slurp and a whine of need and loss from me.

"Now it's time for me to get mine, Devil Pup." And pushed my head down onto his throbbing, leaking cock. His finger was still jamming my arse and I started cumming again with the taste of Chris' manhood juices exploding in my mouth. Chris came in long, slow pulses, that long cock of his swelling with each pulse of juice and then subsiding to its normal hard-as-brass thickness until the next surge of thick cum traveled the long tube and into my eagerly sucking mouth.

I loved the taste and feel of Chris' cock in my mouth. Even more, I loved the slimy richness of his cum. Most of all though, I loved the happy look of pleasure on his face. Pleasure that I was causing. Pleasure that I was giving him. Pleasure that we could both share and enjoy with all the gusto of our young bodies.

Chris grinned at me and said, "You like that?"

All I could do was twist around enough to look right into his eyes and then smile around his cock as I nodded, 'Yes'. I was afraid Chris would want to stop when he was done cumming, but I forgot he was a Marine, and that Marine's never quit. Chris finished off that cum by holding my head down in place and rotating his hips up to fuck three or four more inches of cock into me. Cock that filled my mouth and then pushed through the opening into my throat.

I gagged like crazy, snorting and thrashing around. Chris just calmly held me in position and made his fuck meat pulse in my throat.

"I want you to remember what this feels like, because before we're done, you're going to be swallowing that whole cock, not just gagging on the end of it." He pumped another inch or so into me and then let me back off until just the head was in my mouth.

Tears in my eyes, snot running out of my nose, gasping for breath, I was a sorry sight, but Chris didn't even slow down. He just went on with my education as if I wasn't some sort of wuss. And Chris was a good teacher. Patient. Careful. Generous with his time and always in a good mood.

Morning sun was warming the painted-out window before I finally managed to swallow Chris right down to the root of his root comfortably before I finally managed to root around in the thick pubic hair surrounding the base of Chris' root.

Chris slapped my butt (he'd stripped both of us totally naked during the long night of training) in pleasure and then rolled me over on my back. Laying on top of me, Chris started long cocking me down my now accepting, but still tight throat. His balls pounded a tattoo on my nose and eyeballs as he joyously fucked away. Just as he started hunching hard at my face so he could shoot all the way down my throat, Chris sucked my cock into his mouth and we both blasted massive wads of cum into each other.

That was the start of something good for me. Dad said that being around the Marines was teaching me responsibility and making a man out of me. That was cool by me, because as long as I kept my grades up, and Chris would whip my arse if I didn't, I got to spend weekends and some holidays with the Marines. Specifically, with Chris. He gave me an extended education in the fine arts of cocksucking and deepthroating as well as extensive fieldwork in following orders and taking cock up my arse. Chris had a way of looking at me that made me drop my pants and bend over or fall to my knees instantly. He also had a couple of buddies that he called in to help him with my training.

Maybe some day I can tell you about Chris' other training methods — about how he trained me to take all that cock of his up my arse, and how to take a gang-banging from him and his buddies. All I know is, the experiences that year with Chris are the best memories I have.

Chris,
  If you read this, I've got a house in Oceanside now, right close to Pendleton. Ask any of the young Marines. They can tell you where I live.