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Marine units are tight. Were bred that way to die for another Marine without hesitation. Although I got out years ago my unit still keeps in touch and we all get together at least once a year. One of the guys; let’s call him “J”, we were all pretty sure was gay but it was the “don’t ask, don’t tell” days so it was never discussed.
Fast forward a few years after we all get out after several get-togethers we all wind up meeting close to where J and another guy in our unit lived and had plans to stay at the other guy’s house. J makes plans for us all to go out on the town and says that he’s got a surprise for us. After many, many drinks, we wind up at a drag show in the DC area. Needless to say, the majority of these “macho” Marines were a little hesitant, including myself!
After a few more drinks, we all started to relax and have fun. Discussions of the drag lifestyle and specific types of “gay” were discussed. I learned pretty quickly that I’d be considered an “otter” in the community but didn’t think much of it. I’d had bi oral experiences previously and always just considered myself a straight-guy that enjoyed sucking dick now and then but wasn’t looking, especially in front of my Marines that had no knowledge of past sexual exploits.
After a hilarious night at the bar, we all make our way back to the house and ultimately, J and I (very platonically) share a futon to sleep.
I start to think back as I fall asleep of the evening, conversations of the lifestyle and my newly coined descriptor as I drift into slumber…
What I can only guess was a few hours later I’m in the midst of a dream that feels surreal. My cock is being gently stroked to an erection. I’m feeling the desire growing and don’t ever want to wake up. But I am awake… I’m awake, and J is gently teasing my cock through my shorts. I lay there in panic wondering if he’s asleep? Is he awake and is my friend making a pass not knowing how I’ll react? Should I freak out for the sake of maintaining my “straight” reputation?
I pretend to wake abruptly to catch him in the act. He pulls away as if he’s caught in the act and there will be hell to pay… I pull his hand back onto my shaft and rub his hand up and down across my shaft so he knows it’s ok. Without a word, he rolls over top of my and pulls my rock hard cock out of my shorts and directly into his mouth. J has some skills… I’m slightly above average in length and thicker than most but he took me deep enough to lick my balls while I was buried in his throat.
At this point, I’m up his shorts and J is hard as a rock. He’s MUCH thicker than anything I’ve had in the past and I have no idea how I’m going to comfortable fit it anywhere… as I stroke him, there’s a river of precum dripping down his shaft than I need to taste. I’m trying my best not to cum, so I pause his efforts to swallow my load and have my way forcing his cock into my mouth. The precum keeps flowing and I’m salivating as he keeps pumping it into my mouth.
After a few minutes when he’s starting to get close, I roll over and now we’re 69ing. He’s pulling my ass down to thrust me as deep as possible over and over until we both cum together. Neither of us want to stop sucking… but we’re spent. We lay in bed and converse about the events which have transpired and that he “had no idea I was Bi”. We continue to touch and tease through the night, taking turns getting hard and cumming for one another. Not a drop was spilt…
This arrangement went on for the next few reunions, neither of us wanting to appear too eager to share a bedroom…