My mom and dad were supposed to go to some reunion in Chicago. I did NOT want to go, in no uncertain terms, but they weren't happy about me being home alone for four days. I told them that the solution was easy. I'd spend the nights sleeping at the barracks with Chris and the guys.

They didn't want to impose on an enlisted man but I told them that Chris was my buddy and wouldn't mind if I asked before he made any other plans. Besides, he had the whole weekend off and we could cruise the coast in his VW Kombivan or something.

My parents still weren't very happy, but at least agreed to let me ask Chris. I guess they thought I was headed to my room with my victory, but I stopped at the hallway phone and called Chris. I explained what was going on and asked him, very politely, if it would be okay for me to spend the weekend with him. Chris told me to let him speak to my father.

I yelled, "Dad", and when my dad stuck his head around the corner to see what I was yelling about I handed him the phone. I could hear Chris' voice and all his proper Marine-type talk, "This is Corporal Polehardski, Colonel. Your boy has told me about his little problem and I don't mind him hanging around at all, Sir. He'll be a great help finishing up my inventory. It'd be kind of nice, Sir. Sort of like having my kid brother around."

Of course, Chris didn't tell me or Dad that his younger brother was such a horn-dog slut that their father took him to an all-boy brothel on the San Francisco waterfront to work to teach him a lesson — and then couldn't get him to leave.

My Dad hemmed and hawed a bit, but Chris managed to convince him that he was serious about enjoying having me around and that I'd be a help, no burden at all. Of course, I'd been helping Chris with the inventory and knew that all that was left to be done was to sort the inventory sheets and staple them together, but, for once, I had better sense than to open my mouth.

I figured that if my Dad went for this I'd spend about ten minutes with paperwork and four days with a cock balls deep in my throat.

My dad finally said, 'Yes' and I cut loose like a wild Indian, jumping and hollering and running up and down the hallway. Dad tried to calm me down but I just leapt into his arms and gave him the most hugest hug I could and then gave him a big, loud, smacking kiss right on the lips, exactly like the one I'd seen my granddad give him. Without thinking about it, Dad grabbed my arse cheeks in both hands, giving me a fantastic grope while our tongues fought for space in each others mouth. When Dad finally let me free I almost got hung up on the boner tenting the front of his uniform pants. He slapped my butt and told be to be a good boy for Chris or he'd blister my bottom but good. I laughed and ran off to my bedroom to jack off before I made a mess in my pants.

Dad dropped me off at the barracks that Friday, gave Chris some money in case I needed anything and told the trim young Corporal that he was in charge and to blister my bottom as necessary. Dad was checking out the randy young Marine pretty carefully in a lot more intimate way than he usually did in inspecting Marines under his command, but he seemed to approve of my lover.

No one else was around and Dad hugged to give me a kiss good-bye. It wasn't until he set me free and the seam of my Levi's chaffed my butt-hole that I realized just where my father's hand had been while he held me up to kiss me, tongue to tongue. Chris just quietly watched, but didn't miss a thing.

Chris comfortably draped his arm across my shoulder while we waived good-bye to my dad. After Dad drove away, Chris slipped his hand inside my pants and his tongue into my mouth. I boned up instantly and felt Chris' long middle finger wiggling into my arsehole. Chris guided me to his special room with two fingers spreading my arse and making me walk funny. I just sighed in pleasure and wrapped my arm around Chris' manly waist. I was ready to enjoy whatever Chris had in store for me this weekend…

Chris started by dropping his dungaree pants around his knees and feeding me a load of instant hot cum right there in the storeroom. The chance of someone walking in on us really got my motor running and I was on my knees and sucking hard in a flash. Chris had to bend over to keep his fingers in my arsehole, which just fucked his rod down my throat even better. I sputtered and gagged, but took the load he fed me with great gusto. This WAS going to be a great weekend.

Chris got his pants back up and adjusted himself and then told me he had a special surprise for me. He led me into his special room and told me to drop my pants and lean over the side of the bed. I did like I was told and saw Chris take a rectangular box and a jar of Vaseline off a shelf and then walk over behind me. He swatted my ass when I tried to see what he was doing and told me to just relax and enjoy myself.

I heard him open the cardboard box and a minute later felt something touch my butthole. Whatever it was, it was cold, not hot like Chris' fingers. It started to push my butthole open and I started to object, but a sharp swat to my ass stifled any objection I might have offered. More and more the thing stretched my hole until it was burning and I could barely keep from crying out for Chris to stop. Suddenly, the thing went in just a tiny bit further and my arsehole quickly began to close. I was sighing in relief when my hole closed around something smaller than what was already up inside my arse.

I had no idea what was up inside my arse, but I started going, "Uhhh-uhhh-uuuhhhh…" when Chris put his fingers against the thing and started bouncing it against my insides.

'SMACK' stung my buns. "Come-on, Boy. Get up and get your work-outs on!" I got up off the bed, but it was awkward, what with whatever it was stuck up my butt. Walking across the room to where I kept my stuff was even more awkward. Chris just laughed and changed his clothes. "Hurry up. We're gonna be late!"

I hurried up as best I could and then Chris took off for the back of the barracks at a trot. I waddled along behind as best I could. Everyone was out back for PT except those that had taken off for early liberty. I tried to straighten up and walk as normally as possible, but I was pretty noticeable what with the way I was walking and being dressed in the bright red and yellow Chris had given me.

I sweated my way through Push-ups and then started to really notice my arse being stuffed during jumping jacks, deep knee bends, four-step leg thrusts and jogging in place. Sit-ups were almost more than I could take.

Chris sat on my feet and watched me rocking myself back and forth over whatever it was in my arse and just grinned at me. Then he refused to switch and watched me get hotter and hotter as I worked my way through his half of the exercise as well as my own.

Chris' grin just got wider and he finally helped me stagger to my feet when the exercise was over. After PT we ran five miles by companies. I usually led Headquarters Company, but this time I just stayed in the pack. The guys could see that I wasn't running right and kept asking if I was okay. Did I need to stop? I managed to hang in there until we were in sight of the barracks again, and then I stumbled. The guys didn't even ask. Four of them grabbed my arms and legs and just jogged along as if I were no burden at all.

I tried to thank them when we got back, but Chris just got me up piggy-back and toted me off to his private shower in his hidden room. Setting me down, he stripped both of us naked and let me suck on his dick while he got the water started. We got wet and then Chris took hold of whatever it was up my butt and started pulling. I felt my butthole starting to spread open and then felt suction at my guts. I moaned and blushed bright red in embarrassment as it felt like I was starting to take a shit right there in the shower.

Chris just laughed and gave me a half-gentle slap on the butt as the thing came out, before showing it to me. It was a strange, sort of pear-shaped rubber thing that Chris called a buttplug that had been up my arse. Chris washed it with soap and set it up to dry and then started washing me. I returned the favor.

Chris and I had a great time washing each other, using the washing as an excuse to touch and feel and enjoy ourselves while making each other happy. Chris' Marine-lean body was a hot wonder under my fingers while his long fingers easily stimulated every nerve in my body until I was almost mad with desire. It shocked me when I realized that I was missing having the buttpulg up my arse.

Chris started whispering in my ear about how he was going to teach me to deep-throat his cock and train me to take all his cock up my arse so that he could fuck me like the hot boy-bitch I was.

I grinned and, licking my lips, got sassy, "Yeah. I guess it was okay… for a Marine."

Chris pulled his fingers out of my arse and slapped my butt. I just laughed and wiggled my butt at him. "That the best shot you got?"

"SMACK!" Chris gave my arse a good open-handed swat. I just moaned and buried my face in the quilt between Chris' legs. "SMACK!" I groaned in pleasure and rotated my butt in front of Chris' face. "SMACK!" I groaned deep down in my chest and looked up past Chris' huge cock into the handsome face of the man I was in lust with. His half-smile was overlaid with a cock-sure sternness only a Marine knows how to project. He looked me right in the eye and his long-fingered right hand deliberately swung through the air and "SMACK!!" really walloped my ass. I moaned out loud. My nuts were about to pop and I couldn't wait for Chris to do whatever he wanted to with me. "SMACK!!!"

"Still think I'm a wimp, Boy?"

"No, Sir! I think you're the most handsome, hot-blooded and big-dicked Marine I've ever seen, Sir."

"SMACK!!!" he rewarded me, then pushed me aside and rolled out of bed. Standing there where I could lay on my side and stare at him, Chris carefully took off his blouse and hung it up and then pulled off his skivey-shirt, exposing his burr haircut, dog tags and religious medallion. Chris put his utility cover back on, which made my dick even harder, picked up a bottle of baby oil off the bedside stand and laid back down. "Massage my nuts, Baby."

I sprung up and scurried between his legs. Chris squirted some baby oil into my cupped hands and then squirted some into his own good right hand before sealing the bottle and putting it back on the night-stand. Squatting on my knees, my burning arse on my heels, I reached forward and spread baby oil all over Chris' groin and nuts. He sighed and said, "Yesssss!" and started stroking his big cock right in front of my face with his oily hand.

My boner was wedged between my thighs and feeling good. Chris' nuts felt wonderful in my hands and the more I massaged them the bigger and more swollen they got. Chris was enjoying a nice, leasurely jack-off session with his buddy, Devil Pup, pal, devoted servant and fuck-boy in training, working his nuts to increase his pleasure.

Chris stopped his jackin' several times to pour more oil into our hands. His balls seemed to suck up all the oil I applied and get fat on their diet. Chris kept making appreciative comments from time to time, telling me what a good job I was doing on his nuts and finally he told me to take over jacking him and to turn my butt around so he could work it over some more. I was sore back there, but if Chris wanted to whack my arse some more, then I was going ante up and prove I could take it.

Chris had something else in mind though. Something that involved his long fingers and the depths of my arsehole. My training was about to become more intense … By the time Chris was finished with playing with my hole, I could take all of his long, thick fingers or his longer thick dick all the way up my arse without the least difficulty … and love it!

Chris,
  You know the rest of it.

If you read this, if you're still alive and around, I've got my own house in Oceanside now. Just ask any of the young Marines on base. They mostly been here. They can tell you where I live.