Bookstore Marine

BOOKSTORE MARINE by Buck Jones This past Sunday as I was driving back to town, an event occurred that had happened only once before in my life in picking up a Marine. Silence: the challenge of picking someone up and not uttering a word until after the pact has been made and the commitment to party together has been sealed. The events transpired rather innocuously. My friend AlbertC, in his late model Honda, was following me back from the beach. I was to go to the local bookstore to refresh the supply of poppers and then meet Al at the house. However, when Highway 17 opened into a four-lane road, and I passed Al, he fell in behind me, turning on his directional signal as I turned on mine. He had decided to follow me to the bookstore. After a few miles on 24 North, the emporium of lust appeared on the left. Coming to a stop to make the turn across the highway, I saw two white vehicles in the parking lot: a faded white van of a certain vintage and a brand spanking new white Expedition. Getting out of my car and walking over to Al who has just pulled in beside me, I asked if he wanted to come inside. “Sure, why not?” Up the stairs and to the counter. The money exchanges hands and the bottle disappears into my pocket. “Do you want to go into the back room and take a look see at the videos and toys?” “No. Not really.” “Do you think you need a new bottle?” “Yeah, why not? I’m here.” As the night man made his change from Al’s twenty, the door from the inner sanctum opened and in walked this potentially attitudinal Marine: 5’ 9”, Caucasian with a Latino subtext… West Texas. Thick brutal shoulders, a built 180 lbs: in a word, handsome. The closely cut hair framed a square jaw, thin wide lips, a strong regular nose and slightly dark Hispanic eyes. In a relaxed tee shirt and black, loose hanging nylon running shorts, he reflected the warmth of the day that had continued into this early part of the evening. Holding a book and a vhs tape in his hand, he moved to the counter and laid his merchandise out before the night man. Al and I walked outside and down to the drink machines. Al got a Pepsi. I got an iced tea. “I told you we should have gone into the sanctum sanctorum.” “We’re going to the movie.” “He’s a beaut.” “Yeah, but I’m not ready to deal with a Marine.” At that moment, the Marine walked relaxedly to the large white Expedition, opened the door and got inside. He sat there momentarily before starting his engine. After backing up to head out, the Expedition waited for each of us to finish entering our vehicles and to back up and exit, which we did. On the double lane road, I led our pack of three. Some old vague sense of madness reared its head within me and made me think that the overly courteous behavior of the Marine may have reflected a genuine, but undefined desire. At first I put the idea out of my head. I am of a grandfatherly age and haven’t involved myself with anyone in his twenties for at least ten years. Yes, an old yearning was awakened and awakened with a uncontrollable zest. bl**d began to gather between my legs. But I put the thought out of my head. However, to facilitate things, I slowed slightly below 45 mph, so the Marine would have an excuse to do the speed limit and get beside me, pass me, or whatever … all the while thinking how ridiculous this whole scenario was. During these musings, his vehicle pulled into the passing lane. I remained at about 41 mph. As he approached, he slowed down to my speed, so we rode side by side for quite a distance. He never looked over at me, but he kept looking down at his lap. He would stare downwardly and then briefly look up at the road and then look down again. I looked over enough to realize there was definitely a sexual overtone to his driving beside me and his looking down. I unbuttoned my cammies and began stimulating myself. I had only to touch myself briefly before the feelings surged as they had in the 70’s and 80’s. I clutched my genitals in my hand, and I was feeling quite eroticized by the situation remembering times gone by when Marines were to be had by the side of the road. We drove along. I ceased looking over at him with any regularity and continued to enjoy this most serendipitous of almost happenings. The traffic thickened and he fell behind me, so I drove over into the passing lane, giving him a chance to pull into the right lane and come up upon me so he could see down into the driver’s seat from his vantage point. I wanted to seal this deal and get the show on the road. He drove up beside me on my right. I had covered myself by this time, but I leaned back and rubbed my cammies openly, blatantly, unabashedly, vulnerably. We came to the Highway 24 North and Highway 17 North intersection with its many vehicles at all times. He remained in the right lane for quite some distance and then pulled into the lane one car in front of me. He began flashing a left turn signal right before the Ark drive-in restaurant. I thought to myself… Son, you are going to have to do better than the Ark parking lot. My old way of thinking because, when it was too late and I had to pass him without stopping, I realized he wanted to go into the parking lot of the Marina, the hot night spot in Jacksonville. Too late, but then beyond lingering beside me on the road, he had given me no overt signal of confirmation, so I let the drive down the highway be a prelude to the movie and was forgetting about the potential of an encounter, until, seconds later, he changed his directional signal, which I just happened to catch in my rear view mirror as I was letting the moment slide. Then I saw him reentering traffic. It took quite a while and two stop lights but we found ourselves side by side in traffic with his looking down into my open passenger’s window. When he pulled up beside me near the Central Café, his window was down and his intentions had confirmed themselves. The deal was sealed. I looked up at him. I spoke: “You wanna party?” “Yeah, but where?” “Just follow me.” Our group of vehicles was in the original order as we pulled off 17 and headed to the residential area. Al and I pulled up into the driveway. The Marine parked by the curb. I got out and briskly walked down the driveway to the driver’s side of his car. I greeted him and he, me. “To be honest, we can have a nice time if that turns you on?” “What I really want is I’d like to see you two do something and just let me watch and jack off.” He reached down and grasped his shorts and squeezed himself and moved up and down his cock. “Do you want to bring in that tape you rented? We could look at it.” “Naw, it’s nothing. I just want to see you two get off.” “Sure. We can do that.” Reaching in through the window, I encircled his dick and felt a thick semi-hard cock of suckable and enjoyable proportions. I added, “We can all get off.” “I just want to watch and jack off, that’s all.” Squeezing his dick and feeling an instant response. “Whatever turns you on.” I explained about the dogs: feeding and letting them out. While I was taking care of the homecoming chores, Al took a shower. I took Guillermo to the back bedroom and gave him a pillowed reclining office chair in which to sit and observe the action. Pulling a bag out of the closet, I searched for an appropriate tape to set the mood… I had one of those four hour three way tapes and put it in and turned on the TV. Again, in this unplanned world of instantaneous partying, the subject of the porn scene was a military mess hall kitchen setting with three guys scrubbing garbage cans... one Hispanic and two Caucasians. The Hispanic was on his knees sucking the two dicks that were in front of his mouth. “Is this ok?” “I’ve never seen one like that before.” “Would you like to see something different?” “This is my first time seeing something like that.” “I don’t have any straight ones here with me.” “That’s O.K. This is all right.” I put the bag of tapes down and began to take my clothes off. I got naked and sat on the edge of the bed. Guillermo began aggressively stimulating himself through his shorts. I got harder and harder looking at him growing under the two layers of nylon. I stood up in front of the bed, fingering the edge of the head of my cock. Guillermo looked at me and continued pulling and prodding his growing tool. I approached him. “Don’t hide it. That’s what it’s all about.” He pulled down the front of his shorts and extracted his erect, but not yet totally hard cock. A 7 inch wonder of individuality… thick at the base up to a middle length that was slightly diminished and then again thick with a full well sculpted head. I reached over to stroke it. His right hand fell away and continued to rest close by on his thigh. I knelt down and stroked this wonder of manhood, pulsating faster and faster, growing harder and harder under the stimulation of my touch. While I was slowly stroking his cock, I was stroking mine with my left hand. He continued to relax the longer he was being stimulated. I brought up my left hand to caress his balls and encircle his cock at its base so I could present it to my mouth for a supreme moment of sexual communion. My tongue only flicked around the edge of the head of his deepeningly purple glans, withdrawing and attacking again, savoring a cosmic moment of beauty, desire, and intensity. I licked his shaft to increase the aching for pleasure, the desire of forgetfulness that comes with building tension slowly and naturally. My lips played and tortured the head of his cock while my hand worked itself up and down his shaft. His hardness called out for consumption. I began to consume. Experiencing the full hardness of his desire, I let his cock slip deeper and deeper into my mouth. I held his cock in my mouth, licking and sucking, stimulating, but not wanting to build too quickly. I slowly released his dick and backed away. He immediately grabbed himself and began jacking. I remained kneeling, appreciating the moment. I looked up at his face and he looked back at me. “When did you know I was wanting something?” “Out on the road?” “Yeah.” “When I saw you looking down as you drove past me. What were you thinking about?” “I was just jacking off while I was driving.” “When did you think something might happen?” “When I saw you grabbing and massaging yourself.” In an early moment of indulgence, I reached over to the nightstand, opening the fresh bottle, and freshened my interior world. I grasped his cock again. His hand retreated. As the fullness of the chemical rush hit me, I sucked him. This time I was not the only active participant. His aggressive hardness pushed itself beyond the far gate of the back of my throat and into depths of new experiential territory far within the borders of ecstasy. His pelvis rotated forward in a slow, involuntary thrust filling me with a harder and deeper cock as his legs tensed, ballooning the head to new dimensions. At that moment Al walked into the room drying himself off. Throwing the towel on the chair, he reached down to fondle himself, pulling gently on his yet damp member. Guillermo pulled back slightly in the chair but made no move to withdraw his cock from my mouth. I kept sucking his dick until Al was standing beside me with his dick 2/3’s hard, draping itself heavily over his balls. I reached over and grabbed his dick while I continued to suck on Guillermo. It was time for Al to see and appreciate the attentions that this Marine had shown us. I withdrew my mouth from his cock and, still holding the base in my left hand, displayed his hardness to Al. I moved back and Al bent down. I was rock hard; I continued stroking myself, enjoying Guillermo’s half-drooping eyelids as Al’s fingers worked their magic along the shaft and head of his slickened cock. To his fingers Al added his tongue, and he, too, tasted the beauty of Guillermo’s shape, fullness, and the lingering hint of cologne… the residue of an overzealous application to his privates after showering. “Why don’t you two do something together?” “Al, you get up on the bed and let me suck on you.” Al complied. Guillermo’s hand was instantly upon his cock and jacking vigorously. Al knelt on the edge of the bed and I got on my knees so Guillermo was looking at the scene in profile… the best camera angle. Guillermo’s left thumb pulled the band of the shorts down away from his balls, freeing his dick more than ever before. His hand enveloped his shaft and brought his uncircumcised skin over the head in rapid, quickening jerks. Every once in a while I would glance over at him and his body language bespoke total excitation and that youthful tenseness early on in the building experience. He worked the head for a while and then the middle of the shaft, moving from the thickness of the base through the slight valley of the middle back up to the full thickness of the upper shaft with its fully mature, sculpted head. The bl**d flowed into Al’s cock reservedly… the multiple parameters of the scene, the newness, the uncertainty contributed to Al’s ambivalent response to the situation. Too many neurons snapped simultaneously sending mixed messages to too many parts of Al’s body. The fullness of Al’s cock grew slowly; his full, leisurely length was achieved. What was wanting was the total giving into the flow of what was, in the great scheme of sex as divinity, a moment of destiny… a moment of pornographic perfection… the beloved object of distant attainability and the actual moment of physical experience. The first time, and it was Al’s first time with a Marine, is special and, in many respects, overwhelming… a sensory overload… it’s like a Calendar Man coming to life before one’s very eyes and desiring the most intimate of acts that two human beings can experience. The desire for experience by youth and the sensitivity of age and experience come together in a blending that gives all parties new limits, new memories. “Stand up on the bed and let me stand up and suck on you.” Al stood up, looking down at Guillermo’s cock, being jacked sweetly, squeezed and ringed by just two fingers moving deeply and then bringing a rosebud of flesh gathering like a blossom around the head. Al displayed himself to Guillermo, pulling his dick to its full length and then letting it drop, slapping it from below and bouncing it into the air and then letting it fall again over his balls. He repeated this action until I brought my lips to his head and began drawing it into my mouth, and then I absorbed the length. Another freshening of the nose and I slowly and meticulously devoured the full shaft, complete with articulated veins that slithered around with the tongue, whose head also passed through the gate into oblivion. Al, too, tensed and stretched the interior of my throat into rarely traveled territory. The depth of feeling overwhelmed me and my thoughts vanished in the pure experience of physical stimulation. A profound appreciation for the wonderment of desire and our union with the primal f***es took hold of my interior, dissolving experience itself into a maze of colors and forgetfulness. “Say, why don’t you suck me for awhile. I’ve been doing all the work.” “I believe in fair play.” As Al began sucking me, teasing me for the first time with his catlike sublimity and incredible tenderness that has its own special magic, I felt that the whole scene was getting a little too hot too quickly. “Suck him off. I want to see cum. I’m getting close. I want to see cum shooting off. Juice… before I cum.” Jumping down from the bed with a degree of alacrity, I stood in front of Guillermo and took his hand away from his cock. “No. Not this fast. We all didn’t hook up to give it up this quickly.” I held his cock in my hand and let it pulsate. “Has the feeling passed? Are you cooled down?” “Yeah, I’m cooled down.” “Don’t want to waste this big thick root.” Feeling that the ejaculatory stage had subsided, I couldn’t resist the full hardness right in front of me, hard because of his jacking with such concentration. I whiffed again. The oblivion of anticipation topped by the oblivion of experience. I moistened the entire length and then grasping his shorts with both my hands and pulling them down an extra two inches, I freed the full length of his cock and dove into that sea of ecstasy. The extra tenseness of his self-stimulation and the extra length the looser shorts had provided allowed me to plunge even deeper into new territory. The old feelings washed over me. I took him to the depth he had been in round one. I slowly backed off, and then pressed the base of his dick with the fingers of my left hand once again, exposing all of his cock. This time I relaxed totally, took a deep breath, and in a clean and even movement descended assuredly upon the stiff inviting pole… stiff from the encircled base at the anus to the fully purple head. The cock, with every tiny movement forward, echoed the anticipation of complete submission. Guillermo’s body slid down into the perfect relaxed position as some indistinguishable utterings emerged from his throat. His pelvis began to respond to the ever forward moving descent with an assurance. He rose forward in the chair and his hands palpably flexed as his legs edged aside and opened the territory of my desire to total immersion. I released one side of his shorts slowly and took my right hand and began brushing against the bottom of his balls while he was buried deep within me. Oh, yes, the experience was happening… the limits were being tested… the newness of the territory was being explored. Al stepped up beside me and I gave up Guillermo’s dick for Al’s… Hard, red, and full, I sucked on his cock while jacking slowly on Guillermo. And Guillermo’s giving it the “Oh, man, I wanna see cum. I wanna see you guys shoot off. Cum over all each other while I watch.” All the while his hips are quivering under the tender ministrations of Al and his feline loving machine. I’m looking down at Al suck Guillermo’s cock and Guillermo is looking either right at my cock, which is only feet from his face. From time to time Al reaches up and strokes my cock as he devours, in an abidingly sensuous manner, Guillermo’s meat. “I want you guys to suck each other and jack each other off. Man, I want to see some sperm. You guys shooting off on each other.” “ I can get off on that, but I want to take one last lick at this hot cock. Al, make some room if you don’t mind.” Al moved away after saying good bye to the dick and presented the much loved member to my delectation. Again, I reviewed the situation… this godlike presence with a real hummer between his legs has opened himself up to us, and although a scene such as this could go on all night with endless permutations and all sorts of positions, I felt the duration of ecstasy on the part of young Guillermo was truly wanting to reach a climax… quickly and intensely as youth does. I was in for another surprise. The devil of envy and then subtle, stimulating jealousy entered into the mix. When I began to suck Guillermo’s cock for what I knew would be the last time, I remembered a line from an old friend… “No matter what’s going on, you get off on whatever’s happening.” Cock, and more cock. Hard cock and more hard cock. With slow pleasure and appreciation, I explored Guillermo’s manhood as if for the first time. But what threw me back was when I descended the shaft in the first initial descent was that after being with Al, his cock was even harder and thicker than when I sucked it the second time. I thought what a deep response this guy is having to this quite unusual scene. He has arrived at total immersion…. So the climax was due. I deep throated him as if I were taking the sacredness of the body of the universe inside me. I was not having to work my dick very hard to feel its utter fullness. My upper leg and ass muscles were working overtime. When I withdrew and stood up, Guillermo began jacking in real earnest. Al lay on the bed and I was on my knees jacking off. I pretty much had it figured that I would be the one to cum, which would get Guillermo off. So I worked my cock up and worked it up until I had control of the soonness of my cuming. Guillermo has his eyes glued on my cock. I stand up and Al slides to the floor placing his mouth as a receptacle for my cum. In order to get a better view, Guillermo brought the chair closer so he was no more than two feet away. “Hey, man. Shoot it. I wanna see cum. I wanna see you shooting all over him… his mouth, his chin, his chest.” Guillermo’s hand is working his dick like crazy at this point. “You gonna cum, man? You gonna shoot your load? You gonna show me some cum. I wanna see your cum. Jack that dick. Show me some cum.” “O.K. I’m really close. I’m pulling it out. Here it cums.” Al moved under it to catch it on his tongue and lightly bring his lips to the end of my cock and hold them there while the cum rested on his lips. “That’s it, man.” Guillermo stood up and walked over to Al, jacking his cock hard the whole time, not missing one stroke. “Oh, yeah.” His tight fisted rosebud shot three volleys, landing on Al’s beard, chin, and mouth respectively. Al moved his mouth to the head, the all too sensitive head and held it in his mouth as Guillermo shuttered and shivered from the orgasm. As the feelings reverberated through his body, his now totally free and cum dripping cock stood beautifully blue and red. His body quivered as his fingers touched in the gentlest of manners his manhood, still hard and pulsing. As I was leaving the room, Guillermo said something about his having enough to offer. I said, “It’s gorgeous.” Al, I heard, confirmed with, “You’ve got plenty. It’s long and it’s thick.” With clothes back on quickly, a pleasantry or two were exchanged, and Guillermo drifted into the night, and Al and I went to the movie.