MANEUVERS: men in tents

                              MANEUVERS

Men in tents

 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 jockeying, 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 whether 8 thick
 inches was more than he was used to or if he was savoring the
 sensation of having his ass stopped up.  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 buffalo" (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 whether 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.

                               THE END

MANEUVERS: men in tents

                              MANEUVERS

Men in tents

 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 jockeying, 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 whether 8 thick
 inches was more than he was used to or if he was savoring the
 sensation of having his ass stopped up.  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 buffalo" (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 whether 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.

                               THE END