The Marine Gunny

The making of a Marine Gunnery Sergeant stems from many years of obeying orders and paying attention to detail as an enlisted Marine. I knew if I were to get ahead in life being in the Corps, I needed to pay attention and believe in what the Marine Corps calls "Corps Values". I'm not saying now that I did not ever get drunk down town San Diego at the YMCA or USO, and raise hell with the Navy boys when life was in the good ole' days. I had my share of hell rising to do when I was eighteen years old just like the rest of my class.

We all had our share of name calling and making cat calls to the sister service. As a single man mind you, I was curious as ever to find a quick blow job a dime a dozen from Navy guys. I thought they were trained to be cock suckers from boot camp. Recalling back from the day I made buck sergeant, those squids always had three "hots and a cot" and the Marines always improvised in every situation. I wonder why for this reason the Navy guys always had to hang around with the "real men" of the Naval Service! The Navy boys would always say that "Squids" were a higher form of Marine life, but to no avail I always found some of them to stand around on base with hands in their pockets, their uniforms not squared away, or failing at most for proper military protocol. When the smoking lamp was lit, you never saw a Marine walking around base with a cigarette, but for some reason too, navy men thought they were different!

My sea service time in the Marine Corps equipped me with also a fondness of brotherly love between men on WESTPAC'S. These 6 month deployments never failed to bring such fond memories home in my list of sea stories. Marine berthing was not as Cush as the sister service, but at least it was not some dirt floor we had to sleep on! Sailors had keys to holes in the wall if you made contact in the head or on the fantail on most ships, the answer was yes and they almost always enjoyed servicing the brotherhood of the Naval Service. I met up with Signalman, Petty Officer Second Class Thompson. He was a [skivvy waver], for short, and seemed to be out and about during under way watches. I noticed that Petty Officer Thompson spent a lot of time in the gym pumping Iron.

He was used to by now spotting for me on the bench press. It was a habit for some reason that "Bubble Heads, Navy SEALS and Airman" did not wear under garments under their clothes. Seeing one's low hangers out side of their shorts was nothing new among a crew of warrior macho men! Marines are modest in most PT uniform dress; our green running shorts display a pretty good package when loaded up with that all male gear we show off. It was a slow day aboard ship and I was trying to work on my physical fitness routine in the ship's gym that we shared with the Navy boys. I was on the bench press when Petty Officer Second Class Thompson asked if I wanted a spot. I am pretty picky about who I chose to spot me on the bench press, I can bench 200 pounds and only found a fellow Marine able to handle such a weight as myself.

I took a chance and was a bit rusty myself with the free weights to give Thompson a chance in spotting my fist set. I usually pumped the bar up 10 reps before taking a mini break, I wanted to take it easy when I was trying to pump my third set when Thompson added "come to Daddy Marine, you can pump it..,yeah that's it now, come on MARINE!!!, he continued to say. I noted that Thompson was standing almost directly over me when I looked up from underneath me and saw his UDT shorts. I saw a bone sticking right at me when Thompson next response was "want to have some fun Marine Sergeant".

Before my response was made, I carefully looked around the weight room to make sure no one over heard our conversation. My heart started to beat a few strokes faster and a smile came to my face with a big grunt yell of "yes" to Thompson's surprise, "meet me at mid ships, he added" and I said "aye aye sailor"! I knew for a slick moment Thompson was a swinging dick Navy pro - who by far, knew every place aboard the USS Ranger where men could beat their meat in private.

A carrier has many decks indeed, the weight room and sauna room for males aboard ship were typical places for hot man to man sex!

An E-5 Marine Buck Sergeant sure had responsibilities among the Mar Det crew, sex however was an adventure in and out of it's self. I found my way to Mid Deck aboard ship where I was planning to meet this Navy man and see where he and his buddies had their under way sex parties at. I had anticipated a meeting alone with Thompson, but found a few of his salty squid buds hanging out for my arrival. I heard the voice drop them shorts Marine from a Navy Corpsman named Robert.

Robert was a Navy Corpsman that I knew from when he worked at staff sick call [recruit training] at Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego. We had met at the gym working out once on base and he cruised me in the leatherneck sauna room.

"You’re one of us, you're queerer than a three dollar bill" said the Navy Corpsman. What ever was up with a three dollar bill bit, I did not have a clue, other than I for the moment was out numbered and quickly shed my green Marine PT running shorts! I was ganged up on and bent over a table while my Marine ass was being prepped with KY from Robert the Corpsman and Petty Officer Thompson was standing by to drill his Naval gun. Bruce was one of the accompany fella's set out to just watch, ( he was Thompson's regular fuck buddy aboard ship) - he grabbed my hard 8 inch Marine weapon and started to give me a blowjob. Bruce was on the fem side of the fence if you asked me. He was voted WOG queen last time the ship passed through the IO on the way back from the last WESTPAC. I was having both ends of my body worked up by the Navy departments finest Sailors who enjoyed very much in their pleasure to service a hard dick green Marine! Thompson was a fool to think Marines liked to get fucked hard and rough, it was some idea he had in his head as he stated earlier that's what a good grunt Marine likes from a Sailor! The other swinging dicks were standing at close range, stroking their dicks watching the fun Thompson and Bruce had going. Shit, this was far better than watching some movie up on the mess decks or seeing some porn movie on closed circuit TV set up by some ET's.

Bruce was slurping away at my Marine weapon as Petty Officer Thompson started slamming his Naval weapon into me hard and fast, stating each time again and again how Macho real Marine men loved a good fuck from a Sailor! Thompson continued deeper and I knew that I had only but one choice to shoot my big load of prime USMC cum down Sailor Bruce's throat. I felt as if a lighting bolt had hit me when I came, my body was soaked with hard dick Marine sweat as I blasted off such a load that the by standers nearby could only say "awesome dude"! My naval buddy pulled out his weapon of mass destruction from my tight ass and poor Bruce became so overwhelmed with the two months of saved up Prime USMC cum I had just given moments earlier. I grabbed my Petty Officers balls in my hand and planted a deep kiss down Thompson's throat with a whisper that "Marines do not kiss because we are not fags", so his surprise!  Bruce was still in his daze, lost and sucking. Doing the very thing he loved to do most in this world; suck on a man’s big hard cock and swallow his nut juice, and I might add, he was very gifted at it.  Able to take all of me without gagging.  He was a natural born cock sucker and loved doing it.

Below the flight deck strange things do happen in the middle of the night as I soon experienced. The whole time while Thompson plowed his naval weapon into me I thought about his big cock and hairy balls sticking out of his UDT shorts in the weight room. Hum…  I was ready for some sluty sailor sex, perhaps this sexual dilemma is the reason why on most Naval and Marine bases you will find guys balls hanging out of their shorts?

I became exhausted with this round of naval game for this Marine, headed back to my rack to shit, shower and a shave. I had hoped for a good night’s rest as I lay fast asleep with a tent in my shorts trying to count sheep to make the night go by faster. Marine troop berthing is always tight with little or no privacy. I had a middle rack where one's bird eye view had a complete view of idea of the tent in my skivvy shorts that continued to stand fast all night long. Early morning Reveille brought more sunshine to the sergeant, as a few Marines from the Helo Det teased me about my previous all night boner on display. During Morning chow, I had run into Petty Officer Thompson, his comments were of a general nature, brief to the point of how the previous days fuck was still fresh in his mind.

What a nice ass you have Steve was his first comment, followed by lets "do it again"! I pondered for a few moments how I was somehow going to get back at this Sailor, obviously he had something wrong in his mind about men and the Marine Corps being all bottoms! All I needed I thought out loud to myself in the company of some junior family Marines to me, was to get Thompson to drop Trou for the sergeant.

We could then find a way to tie his hands to his ankles and spread his ass cheeks for my big Marine Weapon of Mass Destruction! Thompson needed a lesson or two to learn from the real men of the Naval service in how to take a good fuck, perhaps this might soften his position on the theory that all Marines are bottoms!

Thompson was set in my trap, hook, line and sinker, and there was no way turning back now for this new naval adventure! I did some Marine Recon the preceding afternoon and knew what to put before Thompson once we had the navy man landed for our Marine surprise! My Cpl. Davis and Lance Corporal Steven's were of much help during this new training evolution. After Thompson was secured I put a used jock strap of mine in his mouth so we would not hear any screams from our little planned work out. I told my Petty Officer that I liked seeing his hands tied to his ankles and his ass spread wide.

I did not have to waste much time getting rubbered up, before my Marine weapon went straight for the bull's eye! I knew I had another load of saved up cum in my balls ready to explode in this new naval adventure between the Petty officer and myself.

“What goes on between Navy and Marine men in the heat of the night is no one's business but ours,” I said out loud. I enjoyed each thrust of my weapon, shit; I was fucking a sailor’s sea pussy again. I continued my Marine regimented system with Petty officer Thompson, pile driving his pussy with my 8 inch gun.

I knew the dilemma upon this Sailor was solely brought upon himself, sailors never did like getting caught with their bell bottoms down when Marines were in there presence. It served my Navy man right for being such a cock tease back at the gym, and as my last round of shot, I exploded once again the finest part of the Naval Service was plowing a Sailor’s tight little virgin pussy. I pulled my weapon clear of the target and cleaned it for inspection once again, as I quickly untied Thompson from his restrains so my Cpl. and Lance Corporal could stoke off before hitting their rack as well. I hoped that Thompson did some learning about his cock teasing days in the midst of Marine men, only another adventure with the man would prove me wrong with that dilemma.

Our Marine Detachment flew off the ship before it had a chance to pier up at Naval Air Station North Island. I never saw Thompson again in my Marine Career; yet at nights away from home on deployments I remembered enough from this experience with Petty Officer Thompson to have a blissful wet dream a time or two.