It had been some workout and I must have used more muscles and sweat in that one evening than I'd used in some time, but the young man relaxing into sleep beside me with the grin on his face told me it was all worth it. I licked at a small patch of dried sweat on the swelling shoulder muscle closest to me which got me a little murmur of pleasure from him and stroked him like a cat across his hairy muscled thigh and buttock. One hundred and ninety five pounds of US prime meat was sleeping beside me, and I marveled at my good fortune to have found him...

...I worked in a small college town not far from one of the largest Marine bases on the west coast and met Marines on what seemed to be a regular basis where I lived as well as where I worked. My apartment complex always seemed to have a high population of married military men and it wasn't uncommon to see young men in crew cuts and military fatigues attending classes. Every one of these young men was well built under the slightly baggy uniform 'civvies' they wore and I can attest to that as it was also not uncommon to watch them as they jogged on the streets of the town and around my apartment complex in green workout gear that clung to their bodies quite nicely.

My experience with military men wasn't limited to the Marines, however, I'd had some very fine relationships with young men from the Army, Navy and Air Force, but the men in the Marines has something more, some little spark that seemed to set them apart from the strapping young men in the other military arms. The Marine's slogan, "We're looking for a few good men" resonated with many gay men as well, and I firmly believed that indeed the Marines had found them for me. Now the trick was to figure out how to get them.

If anything can be said for where I lived and worked, it was that three major interstates converged near my town, handy for college students as well as creating for me a handy path for all kinds of gay men. The right protections during those assignations made it possible for me to continue my hunt for the perfect gay male and the workouts I kept up into my 30s kept it possible for me to snag them. I found that a discreet, mostly honest personal ad in the three major cities' gay newspapers got me almost all the guys I could handle, and one good friend commented that I'd better either find my mate soon or else install a rotating door on my bedroom. I retorted that having stock in prophylactics was a prudent investment and that I was using my investment to the best of my ability. All kidding aside, playing safe was making it possible to play at all, and I intended to continue playing until I got what I wanted. So it was a bit of a shock to get a response to my ad from somebody local. It was even more of a shock to realize that the fellow responding to my ad was just getting out of the Marine base.

I was now waiting outside the main gate of the base, the only information that I had was of the tall, dark and handsome variety, and I nervously watched young men walk out of the base without a backwards glance at either the base or at me. Thom Garland, the guy who'd contacted me, knew what make and model of car I had, so I just waited until one young man broke from the pack and headed my way. All of the pack was good looking in each their own way, but Thom was exceptional.

Even in the ill-fitting marine dress uniform all the other young men were wearing, Thom's somehow seem to fit him better, the wide shoulders and narrow waist all accentuated some how. I could tell his hair was dark and short under the perfectly set cap upon his head and clear deep blue eyes looked at me appraisingly as he approached the car. The slacks as he moved hinted at muscled legs below, and as he turned to wave to one friend I could see a hit of swelling butt cheeks. One firm handshake and introduction later, we were in my car and heading to my apartment.

We arrived and Thom asked if he could change out of his uniform into something more comfortable. I nodded, showed him where the bathroom was and he disappeared for a few minutes, coming out in a tight white tank top and a pair of loose shorts similar to board shorts but with only perhaps a five inch inseam. Strangely he seemed to have a nice tan and I commented upon it, wondering how he could have gotten so tan without any sock or shirt sleeve lines. He told me that he'd been stationed in Hawaii for awhile and they were allowed on non-duty weekends to not wear their uniforms. "See, no line here either," he said as he tugged down his shorts to show me that indeed the upper portion of his buttock wasn't white. "We had a small private area that we could tan nude as long as we made sure we used sun block and were very careful not to get burnt." I also noted, upon looking at that full, firm mound of hairy butt cheek he displayed that he wasn't wearing any underwear either, which was made apparent after he sat down when one of his meaty balls decided to make an appearance at his left leg hole.

"Whoops!" Thom said as he caught my interest at his crotch and looked down to see one of his little buddies wanting some air. "Better tuck him back in." He reached down to do exactly that, but stopped at my reply.

"Don't do that on my account, man, I don't mind one bit." I grinned at him and rubbed my own crotch as I continued, "I wouldn't mind if you were stark naked, to be honest, because you've got one hell of a great looking body." He laughed delightedly and stood up to peel off his tank top, then moved over to where I sat on the couch and sat beside me, his hand moving over my thigh and up to where my hand was rubbing my rising bulge.

"I see you have something under all these clothes as well, Mike," he replied as he gently moved my hand to his crotch and pushed his palm against my thickening cock. "Perhaps you better get naked with me before something breaks free."

I laughed along with him and removed my t-shirt and flips, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine as he pressed closer and moved his hand into my waistband. I did the same and found his hardening cock, rubbing it with my hand as he did to mine. After a bit of this foreplay, he pulled his hand out of my shorts and stood up, dropping his shorts in one movement and then pulling me up to a standing position. "I think I want a little taste of that stuff you got oozing down there," he said as he pulled off my shorts and underwear to let my cock spring up to slap against my belly. Grinning like a boy with a shiny new toy, he sucked me into his mouth and began to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever received.

One of his hands was busy working his own cock while the other one massaged my heavy balls and stroked the area between them and my asshole, each press in that area making more of my precum drip into his waiting mouth. Every so often he'd let go of his cock and reach up to maul one of my full pecs or rub hard against my abs, a few times he let go with both hands and just grabbed my ass cheeks, filling his hands with those thick muscled mounds and all but thrusting me into his throat by pulling me into him. I was so close to shooting I barely held on during this exquisite blow job and pulled away from him to stand him up by pulling up his arms and then sinking down to where I could return the blow job.

I'd been told that I give pretty good ones, and the way Thom's eyes rolled back into his head made me think that I was keeping up with my reputation. I'd found that a lot of men, cut or uncut, liked to have an area on the underside of their cocks just below the head worked on, uncut men had their foreskins usually attached here, but cut men also found this area very sensitive. I'd use my tongue there as I slipped around their shaft, finding a method as I'd practiced to keep this area worked with my tongue and lips no matter what else I was doing. Thom was very much enjoying this activity and the amount of precum that oozed into my mouth was copious and sweet.

Finally he also hit his panic point and pulled me off his cock, then pulled me into a hug and rubbed his hard muscled body against mine. We did this standing frottage for a good fifteen minutes, finding new places to rub and squeeze as our bodies tried to press every possible inch of skin against the others'. This got us so worked up that we simultaneously yelled and our loads began to shoot upwards between us, Thom's grunts and cries virtually harmonizing with mine. When we'd emptied that particular load, we still held each other tightly, enjoying the movement of our heaving chests as we tried to slow down our heartbeats and relax a bit before reluctantly letting each other go.

"Oops, made a mess out of you, Mike," said Thom as he surveyed the streaks and lines of cum all over my chest, abs and stuck in my pubic hair.

I pointed to his mauled and stained torso, "You too, buddy, guess we better shower and see what's next, huh?" He nodded and we headed to the bathroom, kicking on the shower and stepping inside when the temperature was ok for both of us. This worked great as well, for we soaped up each other's bodies carefully and almost lovingly, getting all our muscles stroked with the other's palms and bar of soap. Around the crotch area the suds built up, mostly because we'd spend a bit longer on the equipment hanging there until it started to surge upwards and get interested again. Rinsing off and then drying each other off, we wrapped towels around our now clean and glowing bodies and then headed to the kitchen for something to eat and drink.

A nice meal followed as I'd laid in plenty of stock for the weekend, and soon we were contentedly full and sitting side by side on the couch, the towels long since abandoned as they kept untying and falling off on their own somehow. We discovered to our mutual delight that we were both cuddlers, and we were watching DVD movies to just chill and be with each other. I had no complaints with Thom's hard hairy body and I guessed that he liked my own gym maintained one, so we took turns resting against each other's thick shoulders and pecs while we got to know each other better.

Soon our bodies reminded us that it was time for more food, the growling of Thom's belly against my ear (now how did my head get that low?) breaking us up with laughter and getting me out to the kitchen again. Thom followed me in, asking if he could maybe make me something and I agreed, happy to have found a guy that liked to not only cuddle but also liked to prepare food. He puttered about the kitchen, only asking me a couple of things like where some pots would be and if I had any chives, and before long a rather gourmet meal was placed before me. It was, of course, delicious and I told Thom so, and he blushed so hard that I could see the flush all the way down to his cock (considering we were still naked and my kitchen table top was glass).

We cleaned up the kitchen, again Thom surprising me with his willingness to help out, and then we watched a bit more of the DVD movies before he looked at me and said, "Let's get ready for bed." I smiled back at him and we buttoned up the house, walking hand in hand while we did it and then into the bedroom. Thom prepared the bed for us, and then pulled me on top of him, kissing me and moving his muscled body in such of a way that every square inch of my front was being rubbed by every square inch of his. Our cocks had, by this time, grown out to their full lock on state, and with a deft movement Thom rolled us over and then, parting my legs a bit, bent forward and sucked my cock into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck man that feels SO good!" I moaned as he worked my cock as expertly as before, his lips, tongue and mouth working together like some kind of specialized sex toy as he brought me closer and close to orgasm. He kept pulling on my balls hard enough, though, to prevent that very thing, and after a good fifteen or twenty minutes of this mind-blowing blowjob, he reversed his body so that his muscled bubbled butt hung invitingly over my mouth.

I had to have a taste of that ass and pressed my face upwards into the slightly sweaty crack, my tongue managing to hit Thom's asshole as I strained to reach the bull's-eye. Thom got the idea and adjusted himself so that his ass lowered directly onto my face, and that was pig heaven, for now I could grab what I wanted, some swelling thigh or stroke his hard sides and bubbled butt. I went after his ass with a will, and soon could feel the dripping of his precum onto my chest. Suddenly, he pulled up from me and then, pulling out a rubber from the collection bowl beside the bed, opened the packet and then rubberized my cock. He got out some lube and lubed up my slick cock, then gave his ass a good squeeze of the lubricant, then straddled and impaled himself upon my cock!

"Oh, man, that's what baby wanted!" he moaned as my cock surged upwards into his insides, his tightness and warmth lessened only a little bit by the sheer rubber protecting both of us. He began to work his muscled body up and down, the sight of his thick chest and tight abs working along with his thick thighs and calves as he fucked himself on my cock was making me very, VERY happy! I also noticed, like myself, Thom belonged to the 'stay-hard' group of men that could take cocks or other objects up their ass and stay rock hard throughout the entire exercise. Thom's ten inches bobbed along with him, and occasionally he'd reach down and stroke himself a little, leaving another gob of precum on my chest. One such string still ran down from the place where his cock and ball sac met, to link with my tightened abs below. I reached up occasionally as well to pinch his thickened nips or maul those thick pecs and his moan and upturned eyes told me that he was enjoying this quite as much as I was.

I felt his orgasm I think before he did, his entire insides ratcheting around my cock in preparation for the big one, and this feeling triggered my own orgasm, yet another wonderful thing about the entire evening. Thom's cock erupted, blowing boy goo all over my chest, neck and even a little bit squirted past me onto the wall. Every shot made his ass squeeze my cock, which in turn made me blow my wad hard into the small reservoir of the rubber. I think my blasts were hard against his prostate, for my cock was still wedged tightly against it, because it seemed like a circle had connected, I'd blast against his prostate which stimulated him to orgasm, he'd shoot a load out which in turn stimulated my cock and got him another shot against his prostate. This circle went on and on, both of us locked into it and not wanting it to end, but soon Thom collapsed against my cum covered chest and my cock slowly slipped out of his asshole.

"Mike, thank you," he whispered near my ear as we just lay on top of each other to regenerate some energy, "I've wanted cock up my ass since I discovered I was gay, but I didn't realize it until I was in boot camp." He slid off me but kept as much body contact as he could beside me as he continued his story. "I'd had a girlfriend in high school, but even though she seemed to like my body I was finding that for some odd reason I really liked the other guys' bodies better. On our last night together she wanted to have sex and for the first time in my life, I couldn't get it up."

He sighed and with his free hand drew little whorls in the cum coating my belly and chest. "We both put it down to nerves and all, but I realized then that she didn't turn me on sexually, and the next day I entered the Marines. I discovered what I was the second week in boot camp when my newly formed crew got some time without our sergeants around, and we were showering a bit more leisurely when somebody dropped the single bar of soap we had. I'd bent forward to pick it up since it was near my feet and before I knew it my ass was slapped by every guy there, laughing that I must be one of those queers since I bent over next to naked guys."

"You know," he said, thinking about it, "I most like right then would have taken any of them up on the idea if one of the sergeants hadn't come into the barracks and found us all in the shower together, my ass spanked red by the guys around me. "'Privates, get yer asses out here!' he yelled and we had trained enough to scramble out of the shower and stand at attention beside our bunks. 'Turn around and face the wall!' the sergeant barked, and we all turned around. I could soon feel the breath of the sergeant on my neck and then I felt his hands cupping my sore and reddened ass. 'Private Garland, I see you picked up the soap.'"

"I was shocked that not only did he guess that, but his hands were still on my ass as he said it. 'You probably don't know the traditions around here, Garland,' he continued, still rubbing my sore ass and confusing me even more because I was beginning to like it, 'so I'll explain what this means and you can decide for yourself if it was just a newbie not knowing anything or if there's some truth to it.' He ordered me to follow him back to his bunk area, which he shared with the other three sergeants in our barrack. It was empty, considering that they were out on drills, and he told me to stand before him at parade rest. I did so, and then he told me the soap tradition."

"'Private, 'he said as he removed his tie and carefully hung it up in his locker, 'there's an old tradition in the armed forces, especially in the Marines, that when a bar of soap is dropped in a shower area with more than two guys in it and any of them bend over rather than squatting down to retrieve it, that the guy bending over is homosexual. The act of bending forward, you see, exposes the guy's asshole and, according to this tradition, means he is looking for a cock to fill it.' By this time the sergeant had removed his shirt, shoes and socks to stand before me in just his t-shirt and boxers. 'Tradition demands that the other young men in the area to prevent the homosexual from achieving his goal of pleasure are to spank that fellow's ass hard, causing enough pain so that the opposite happens.' The sergeant now removed all his clothing and stood naked before me, watching my eyes to see if they left his to travel to his naked lower body.'

"He finally barked at me when I didn't respond and made me turn around, and then pressed his body up against me so that his soft cock and balls pressed against my sore ass cheeks. 'That's what faggots do to each other, boy!' he barked, rubbing himself against my crack for a good five minutes before he backed off and grabbed his belt from its space on his bunk. He spanked me over his lap like my father had done in grade school, not leaving any permanent marks but oh man did it hurt!" Thom reached back to rub his ass in painful memory. "He sent me back to my bunk with a freshly reddened ass and the others jeered at me, having gotten dried off and ready for bed. I did the same, wincing as the rough boxers rubbed against my sore ass cheeks. I slept on my stomach and that night had one of the most vivid sexual dreams I'd ever had, with the result I shot my load into my boxers in my sleep. Nobody said anything, but later on when I'd made some friends one fellow told me that one guy was singled out of every crew and humiliated as the 'faggot,' even if it wasn't true. He told me that it was expected of any new 'faggot' to blow his load after the hazing was done, so not to worry about that. My skill at giving blow jobs is a direct result of being 'faggot,' for I soon learned that my comrades used that excuse to get free blow jobs from the 'faggot' and that my comrades were very, very horny all the time."

Thom sighed again, then looked at me and smiled broadly. "On leave a month or so ago I ran across your ad. Since I was going to be released here right by you I thought that I might not only find you attractive but also finally be able to be the real 'faggot' I knew myself to be, but kept quiet because of the homophobes in the military."

"I'm glad too, Thom, I find you incredibly sexy and I could easily fall in love with you."

He hugged me tightly to him and whispered, with a little catch in his voice showing his sudden emotions, "Thank you Mike, I also find you very sexy and I think I already have fallen in love with you!" We hugged and kissed for a good time, soon our bodies signaled that we could have more sex and this time I mounted Thom in the classic position with his legs in the air, his full muscled body below me as I thrust inside him from above. Our orgasm was similar to the last and we barely had enough energy to get a quick shower to get all the crusted as well as new body fluids off each other before we tackled changing the bed sheets and collapsing on top of each other...

...now we lay together, Thom's muscled and handsome body against mine, slowly waking up and realizing that another well built male was beside the other. He cuddled against me, sighing contentedly as he encountered my morning hard on against the entrance to his well fucked asshole. Finally, the growls from our hungry bodies made us giggle and we got up to get some breakfast, then returned to the bed to cuddle some more. I decided right there that I wanted Tom to stay with me and turned him around so that he faced me on the bed.

"Thom, I've decided to pull my ad from the papers."

He looked at me with an odd expression and replied, "Why's that?"

I grinned at him and, grasping his hard cock and heavy balls in my hands said, "Because I've found my perfect mate, I don't need to look anywhere else!"

Thom whooped with joy and more energy and amid our kissing and fondling of each other's body he managed to gasp out, "I've found my guy too!" We toyed with each other a bit more, and then we settled down to make real plans. "I have to visit home anyway to get the rest of my stuff," he said, stroking my thigh, "but there's not much and I really like your place a lot."

"Excellent!" I said as my hands wandered over his thick pecs and squeezed his nipples, something that made his eyes roll up in pleasure every time, "I have plenty of room, considering that we're almost the same size so we can easily share clothing." I felt his rock hard cock in my hand and made my decision, reaching around quietly to grab lube and a rubber from the bowl, and then slowly working his nipples, abs and cock until he was almost screaming from barely held orgasm. His face took on a look of shock as I pulled a rubber over his turgid cock and then, lubing up my ass well, got into the classic receiving position and waggled my ass at him. "I think its time you found out how good it feels to be inside somebody else," I said, as he looked dumbfounded at me, "I can assure you that you'll like it enough to want it as badly as I do after you try it." He slowly climbed up to press his cock against my rosebud, and then entered his first asshole, his face transfigured from the pleasure his cock was sending back.

"Oh, fuck, that's great!" he moaned as he slowly slipped inside me, and soon he was all the way, my perfect guy atop me as he began to feel his way to a fucking rhythm that was truly all his own. As I lay there enjoying my love's cock inside me, I smiled to myself and thanked the military for giving me such a USDA Prime perfect guy, then my eyes rolled back into my head as his steely Marine sword of love slipped into a perfectly made for him scabbard.