Toby trembled at the closeness of the Marine, the feeling of the other man’s
hot breath against his face making Toby’s cock twitch in his white slacks. He
titled his head away from Chris, letting out a ragged breath.
“Soooo…” Chris drawled in his ear, as he slipped a hand over Toby’s crotch,
squeezing softly. Toby jumped a bit and almost yelped, but caught himself in
time. He turned his head back towards the Marine just as he leaned in fast and
kissed Toby hard on the mouth. He was caught off guard, but Toby quickly pressed
back into the kiss, his tongue searching the Marine’s hot mouth.
Chris pressed the blonde up against the wall, and ground his crotch into Toby’s.
Toby let out a guttural moan at the feeling of the Marine against him. Chris
backed off and pulled Toby deeper into the shadows of the alley.
Toby frantically tried to grab hold of Chris, pulling him back against him,
as they kissed and rubbed their bodies together. Gasping for breath, Chris pulled
away. “Wait…we don’t have to do this here…”
“...no…yes….” Toby spat out in confusion, drunk on the taste of the Marine’s
mouth. He pulled Chris back into his embrace and kissed him again, his mouth
searching, tongue swiping across the Marine’s lips in desperation.
“…no…no….wait…” Chris said, as he gently pushed Toby back, but Toby grabbed
hold of him again. “A buddy of mine…he…he has a place just 3 blocks over…a bungalow…”,
Chris gasped in between kisses, “…he’s not home…we can…we can go there.”
Suddenly sober for a moment, Toby blinked as if he didn’t quite hear him right.
“A place? Where we can…”
Chris grabbed Toby by the waist and pulled him closer, rubbing up against him,
sliding between his legs. “Yeah, baby…where we can do whatever we want. He’s
gone until next week, he’s visiting some dame on the Big Island. How long is
your shore leave?”
“48 hours.”
“Oh mannnnn…48 hours? And it started tonight?”
“Mmm hmmm…” Toby said lazily, as Chris leaned in to lick along his jaw.
“Mmmmm…we can do a *lot* in 48 hours…if you’re up for it, Sailor.”
Toby fiercely ground his already hard dick into the Marine’s hip. “What’s that
tell ya, Jarhead? Hmm?”
“That,” Chris said as he ran his hand along the bulge through the now tight
slacks, “…that tells me yes. So…let’s go,” he said, punctuating his remark with
a fast and deep kiss. Chris then stepped back and smoothed Toby’s now rumpled
shirt, adjusting his knotted neckerchief and straightening his cap. He winked
at Toby, and jerked his head in the direction of the street. “Let’s go.”
********
They walked along the beach front, heading towards the bungalow. Servicemen
were falling out of bars, some with gals on their arm, some just plain drunk.
“Heyyyyyyy, there SQUID!”
Toby turned around to see Ryan stumbling towards him, a girl on each arm. He
had to chuckle at the site of the shit-faced drunk Mick friend of his, because
while he did indeed score two dolls as promised, he wouldn’t remember a thing
in the morning. “Hey, O’Reilly.”
“Sooo…,” Ryan drawled. “No luck with the dames?”
“Nah…not yet anyway.” Toby then felt a quick squeeze from behind, the Marine
quickly grabbing his ass without anyone seeing.
“Oh, come ON Beecher! Get in the game, pal! They’re plenty of beautiful women
to go around,” he said as he squeezed each girl tighter, burying his face into
one’s neck, kissing her. The girl squealed in delight, and Ryan laughed loudly.
“I’m sure I’ll find something to do,” Toby smirked, but Ryan was already being
drug off by the girls.
“See ya, SQUID!” Ryan called back over his shoulder.
“Who was that?” Chris asked once Ryan was gone.
“A buddy of mine from the ship,” Toby replied.
“Boy, he sure is a ladies man,” Chris quipped sarcastically, shaking his head.
“You rather do something like that?”
“Like what?”
“Dames…you know…”
Toby sensed some apprehension in the Marine’s voice. It was slight, but Toby
noticed it. “Well, TWO dames, SURE, what man wouldn’t?”
The Marine just smiled wanly. “Yeah, dames…they’re nice…great tits…firm asses…but
the bloom fades on that rose pretty quickly, and well, then it’s just…boring,
you know?”
Toby stood there confused. “Huh?”
“Well, the sex,” the marine explained. “When the sex gets boring…well…for me…”
“Why are we talking about this?”
The Marine laughed softly and shook his head. “I guess I’m just drunk.”
Toby laughed. “You’re not drunk.”
“You don’t know that.”
Confused again, Toby just stood there staring at the Marine. “So, what…you’d
only do this…with me…if you’re drunk?” he asked, slightly offended.
“Aw, shit…no…that’s not what I meant. Hey, let’s forget about it…come on,” he
whispered, his hand reaching for Toby’s shoulder. Toby shrugged him off quickly,
swiping his hand away.
“No, pal…forget it…if that’s how you feel…”
Chris sighed is exasperation and grabbed Toby by the arm, dragging him behind
a wall. He grabbed Toby’s face and held it still, and stared into his eyes.
“Forget what I said, all right? I’m not explaining it right, ok? I’m just…just
nervous, OK?”
Toby stood dumbstruck. This man, standing before him…the same man who just dry
humped him in the alley 10 minutes earlier, was now saying he was…nervous? “What
are you TALKING about?” Toby asked, confused.
“I don’t KNOW. Never mind. You just seem…well…different.”
“Different?”
“To me…when I saw you in the bar…”
“…when I saved your ass?” Toby interrupted.
Ignoring the rude tone, Chris stood his ground. “No…before. I saw you when you
came in…and I imagined what it would be like to…well, and then that asshole
soldier shoved me, and then…well…” the Marine dragged out on and on, “…and then
you stuck your neck out for me, without even knowing me…that proved to me right
then that…that you were different.” Chris face softened as he finished talking,
and stood there gazing into sky blue eyes, hoping that he was making some ounce
of sense.
Still confused, but hearing the apologetic tone of the Marine’s voice, Toby
smiled faintly. “Ok…ok…I think we’re thinking too much about this…definitely
*talking* too much about it…why don’t we just go and see what happens?”
The Marine smiled widely, a twinkle in his eye. “Come on.”
********
They finally made it to the bungalow, the small hut sitting along the shoreline,
with the sound of the waves right outside the front window. There was a wide
porch with tiny Chinese lanterns strung across, and through the door a large
room with a small kitchen in the back and a bathroom off to the side. It was
definitely a man’s pad…girlie pinups on every wall and military gear strewn
about.
“Cozy.” Toby commented, as they walked through the door, Chris ambling close
behind, pressed up against Toby’s ass, their legs walking in synchronicity.
“Mmmmm hmmmmmm…” Chris murmured, pressing his nose to the blonde’s wispy curls
at the base of his neck. He slammed the door behind him, locking it with one
hand, and wrapping the other around Toby’s waist. He pulled him close, running
his tongue along Toby’s neck, behind his ear, reaching around to rub Toby through
his slacks.
“Fuckkk…” Toby growled, tilting his head to allow the Marine better access.
Chris spun Toby around, and looked deep into his eyes. “No worries, right?”
“None. We’re good. Now shut up and fuck me.”
Chris’ eyes widened in shock, but responded quickly, pushing Toby backwards
towards the bed and shoving him down on the mattress. He climbed on top of the
blonde, pulling Toby’s shirt up over his head, followed by his white undershirt.
Straddling him, Chris ran his hands down Toby’s chest, to the top of his high-waisted
slacks. Popping the buttons, he yanked the waist band down and thrust his hand
inside. Digging past his underwear, Chris finally grabbed hold of Toby’s already
throbbing dick. Toby moaned loudly, bucking his hips into the feeling. Chris
ran his thumb across the head of the shaft, and Toby fell back limp on to the
bed, reveling in the sensation. Chris leaned forward and thrust his tongue into
the blonde’s mouth, desperately searching for the other man’s tongue. Grabbing
hold between his lips, Chris caught Toby’s tongue and sucked it in deep into
his mouth, Toby groaning even louder. Chris finally let go when he needed to
catch his breath.
Finally gaining his senses, Toby quickly slipped out from under the Marine and
flipped him over, switching positions. Toby sat up, slowly rocking his hips
into the Marine’s crotch as he leaned over him, slowly undoing the buttons on
the olive green shirt. Pulling the shirt open, Toby ran his hands across the
Marine’s swollen pecs, rubbing the hardened nipples with his thumbs. He leaned
down and swiped his tongue, circling a nipple, as Chris stroked the back of
his head, entwining his fingers in Toby’s soft hair.
********