The Marine Corps Memorial18 minutes of an awesome read

Dave took his hard hat off and brushed his arm across his forehead to keep the sweat from running into his eyes. It was one of those hot, muggy summer days Washington, D.C., was famous for. Dave had taken the construction job for the summer because it did the best job of replenishing his bank account before he returned to graduate school in the fall.

And, besides, he liked the out-of-doors work and working next to so many rugged construction workers. Dave, a natural athlete, had no trouble keeping up with the year-round workers, though. He was built solid–not huge but every inch of his 5’ 10” frame was packed with muscles which rippled as he labored.

Dave worked most of the day in heavy socks, steel toed construction boots, hard hat, and a pair of levis cut off so high he had to wear a jock strap to keep his lengthy cock from hanging out. The jock strap, in turn, was so well packed that unless you knew better, you’d almost think he’d stuffed a third sock in with his genitals. But it was all man. Although Dave was blond, he tanned evenly and every bit of exposed skin was a dark brown.

It was the end of a hard week and Dave waved to his day-time buddies as he hopped on his 1100cc Yamaha special. The coal black and chrome machine gleamed in the sunlight as he sped to his apartment in the Virginia suburbs. He wasn’t more than 15 minutes from work. He stripped off his work clothes, took a cool refreshing shower, and slipped a bikini swim suit on under a pair of more modest shorts. Then he took the elevator to the basement floor and the entrance to the outdoor pool.

The pool was crowded but he knew very few of his apartment neighbors. It was a building where no one really bothered you and he didn’t feel at all uncomfortable dropping his outer shorts on a lounge and diving into the water. He spent enough time around the pool at the end of each day and on weekends that his tan lines from work had disappeared and you’d never know that he hadn’t been sunning in the nude. His bikini clad form knifed through the water from one end to the other of the pool –10 laps before he flopped over on his back and just floated as the strain and stress oozed out of his muscles from the week’s hard work.

Satisfied with his short workout. Dave slipped back into his shorts and returned to his apartment. Stripping off both pairs of shorts, he dropped naked onto the bed to read the latest S&M book which had arrived the day before. Some four hours later he woke up with a hard on. The week’s work had gotten to him, but the unexpected sleep had fully refreshed him. He slid his left hand down and cupped his heavy-hanging balls as he gently stroked his rigid cock with the other. It felt good, but he knew there were better ways to get his rocks off than with a hand job.

Still naked, his stiff joint thrusting like an arrow from his body, he went into the kitchen where he threw a steak into a skillet and pulled together a salad while the meat just had time to get singed.

Guzzling a beer with one hand, he dug into his favorite meal with the other. At the same time a variety of possible evening activities raced through his mind. He had heard ever since he’d been in the Washington area that some rather exciting things went on after dark on the grounds surrounding the Iwo Jima memorial. He also heard that it was very dangerous; some people had been hurt, and in years past rumor had it that at least one, and maybe more, had ended up dead. One of the things which made it dangerous was that there was always a handful of Marines stationed in the area who felt it was an insult to their macho image for any homosexual activity to take place so close to “their” memorial.

What they didn’t realize was that there were almost always one or more Marines among the studs strolling the memorial area each evening in search of male companionship. And, it was the favorite haunt of some of the other military men stationed in the area.

Dave thought it was just right for the kind of mood he was in. And, he thought his normal construction outfit might be just the ticket to an evening of excitement. He pulled on a clean pair of socks, laced up his 8” construction boots, and selected a skintight white lank top. But before he stepped into his cut-offs, he slipped on a metal cock ring, pulled his cock upright, then slipped on his short levis without any jock strap to hold his burgeoning tool in place.

Grabbing his helmet, he took the elevator to the basement again where his motorcycle was parked underground. The memorial wasn’t more than 10 minutes away. It was now around 10:00 p.m.; but the temperature was still in the 80’s. The moon was obscured by a layer of clouds so when Dave arrived at the Iwo Jima memorial and parked his bike, it took his eyes some time to accustom themselves to the dark. The only illumination came from the spotlights on the memorial, where those Marines of so many years ago were raising the flag on Iwo Jima. The rest of the huge memorial area seemed unusually dark, but occasionally a shadowy figure approached the bench where Dave had parked himself to see what might happen.

Several studs passed the bench, glancing in Dave’s direction. But he’d been there some 15 minutes before he saw someone who really attracted his interest. It was a guy dressed in western gear, complete with boots, Levis, leather chaps, cowboy shirt unbuttoned to his belt, and a cowboy hat. He stopped and asked Dave for a match. As Dave flicked his lighter, the flame lighted a handsome face–and Dave had a chance to see that the V-bared chest was deeply furred with curly brown hair. Dave was surprised to see that the cowboy also earned a lariat coiled over his shoulder. Dave chuckled to himself that someone would go that far with the costume. Yet he was strangely attracted to the cowboy.

As the flame died, the cowboy puffed on his cigarette and slowly walked away. Dave’s back was toward a small grove of trees and he was unaware that the cowboy had circled around behind him until he heard the rustle of a rope in the air. By the time he’d detected what the noise was, the lariat settled over him down around elbow height before it was jerked taut. The cowboy quickly followed the tight rope to Dave’s side and proceeded to wrap the rope around him several times so that Dave’s arms were bound lightly to his sides. It all happened so quickly that Dave was caught totally unawares. As soon as the cowboy was satisfied with his knots, he pulled Dave towards him until their lips touched.

The hot cowboy’s tongue probed and quickly found entrance to Dave’s mouth–their tongues entangled. Dave felt his cock stretching to its full 9” length and soon it was poking its head above the belt of his cutoffs. As their bodies were pulled together, Dave felt hotter and hotter, and thought that he might shoot his load right there. Just at that point, the cowboy let go and grinned at him. “Like it?”

“Yes!”

“Why don’t we go into that grove of trees over there where we ll be more alone?”

“You’re the boss’”

“Yeah, I guess I am. That okay with you?”

“You better believe it.”

They attracted considerable attention from several other park strollers as they made their way to the wooded area.

As soon as they’d gotten well into the woods, the cowboy commanded, “Stop here.” Then he took a smaller, short rope from his hip pocket. Loosening the lariat just enough to permit Dave to get his hands around in front of himself, the cowboy tied Dave’s wrists together with the palms facing each other. With that accomplished he took the lariat off only long enough to further bind the hands, after which he tossed one end of the rope over a limb some 12 feet off the ground.

He pulled the rope just taut enough that Dave had to stretch some to keep the pressure off his bound wrists. The cowboy tied the rope off to the trunk of the tree. Unfastening the belt of Dave’s cutoffs, the cowboy had to work them down over the turgid cock, which, once free of confinement, flopped straight out with such force that it stung the cowboy’s face. “You’ll pay for that, buddy!” And, with that, he ripped to shreds the tank top which had only slightly covered Dave’s upper body. Dave was no down to just his construction boots and socks, stretched taut, muscles rippling as he adjusted his stance.

The cowboy produced two more short ropes. He tied one around each ankle, then stretching Dave’s legs well apart, he tied those off to nearby trees, leaving Dave struggling to keep from cutting off the circulation in his arms.

The cowboy stood back to survey his handiwork. But the sight so turned him on, he couldn’t wait to get at that beautiful body. He quickly sank to his knees and began to lick all around the upright cock, first tickling the sac, then taking each ball, one by one, into his hot mouth and sucking on it. Dave groaned. Just as the cowboy wound his way up to the end of the hot cock and began to slurp all around the proud head, Dave noticed a light to his left–someone in the darkness had lit a cigarette and was obviously watching the scene. This turned Dave on even more. Here he was, tied, helpless, outdoors in a public park, having his cock sucked. The excitement and potential danger had him so hot that Dave was sure he was going to shoot one of the biggest loads of his life.

“What have we here?” A beam of light shone directly in Dave’s strained face. It slowly worked its way down his muscle- taut body until it zeroed in on the cowboy’s violently rocking head, sucking Dave’s cock. The cowboy was so out of it hat he hadn’t heard the voice nor been aware of the light.

That proved to be his downfall. Before he realized what was happening, he was surrounded by three men who had his hands bound in handcuffs behind his back. “How dare you desecrate our shrine! You’ll regret you ever entered here.”

The man with the flashlight moved slightly to the side and propped it in a fallen limb so that the scene was well illuminated. Shrubbery, which had grown back up after having been cleared away previously when there had been trouble, shielded the scene from anyone more than 40 feet away.

It was only then that Dave realized he was staring into the faces of three rugged, muscular studs dressed in Marine Corps uniforms, with SP armbands and helmets. Their equipment belts sagged with the weight of handguns, billy clubs, handcuffs, and other items Dave couldn’t identify. Were they really Marine SP’s, he wondered. They sure looked like it.

“If these guys like each other so much, we ought to help them out,” suggested one of the SP’s.

“What do you have in mind?” asked another.

“Just follow my lead and well have some fun before the night’s out.”

With that, the first Marne instructed his buddies to help him remove the cowboy’s chaps, boots, and levis. Then one of them pulled a jacknife out of his pocket, slit the back of the cowboy’s shirt just enough to permit him to rip it off without having to undo the handcuffs which bound the cowboy’s hands behind him.

“Put his boots back on. What I have in mind will work better that way.” With those instructions carried out, the first Marine opened a pack he’d been carrying and pulled out several items, including two fairly long ropes. They tied one to each of the cowboy’s ankles. Then, after tossing both ropes over the same limb Dave was hanging from, two of the Marines pulled the ropes as the third lowered the cowboy to the ground. He then helped guide the captive upward when the ropes were pulled tight.

The cowboy’s legs were spread wide in a V as his body was pulled away from the ground below. Slowly his sturdy form was raised upside down, facing Dave. As his face came even with Dave’s cock, the vertical pull slowed.

Then, “Stop,” shouted the first Marine when the cowboy’s mouth was level with Dave’s still rigid cock. “That ought to do it, if they like cock so much, we ll fix it so that they’ll get all they want.” With that, the two ropes holding the cowboy upside down were tied off.

“Take those cocks into your mouths, both of you,” came the order. Not only was the cowboy staring straight at Dave’s turgid cock, but the cowboy’s cock, hanging downward toward the ground was within reach of Dave’s lips.

Whack! Whack! Without notice, the second Marine had taken from the pack two whips, each some 8-10 feet long. Having gotten into the spirit of things, he’d handed one to his buddy and they’d each taken a swipe at one of the strung-up bodies. “Start sucking on those cocks, Now!”

Neither the cowboy nor Dave needed any more encouragement–each began to work his hot mouth around the rigid cock until they both had them nearly encased in their slurping, sucking orifices.

“I’ll make sure you don’t have to work so hard to get them in your mouths again.” With that, one of the SP’s took a couple of pieces of rawhide. He encircled the cowboy’s cock and balls, then tied the rawhide around Dave’s neck. He left enough slack to permit a good fucking motion. Then he repeated the process, tying Dave’s cock and balls tightly with the rawhide which he then tied around the cowboy’s neck.

Despite their predicament, neither man’s cock had shriveled completely. Now, their rigidity returned and each cock was soon poking at the back of the other’s throat. They had no choice but to suck as the whips again cut across their backs. “Let’s really get ‘em going; keep up that whipping. If they want to fuck and suck and desecrate our memorial, we’ll punish them in a way they’ll never forget.”

As the whips worked their way up and down the suspended bodies, it set Dave and the cowboy into a rocking motion which caused each other’s cock to make its way further and further down its respective throat. And, as Dave reached fever pitch, he began to shoot his load into the inverted form of the cowboy. The cowboy gulped mightily and savored every drop of Dave’s white hot cum. But it set off a chain reaction, making it impossible for the cowboy to hold out any longer. He, too, shot a load of creamy sweetness into his newfound buddy’s throat. Both bodies were jerking violently in response to their sexual excitement.

Neither of their cocks relaxed. Desperate as their situation was, the threat and excitement kept them each hard as a rock.

“I’ve got to get my rocks off too. This looks like a good place to unload.” The first SP had pulled his rigid cock out of his uniform, spit in his hand, slobbered it all over his dick, then rammed it all the way home in Dave’s puckered ass. “Ah-h-h-h, that feels good. What a hot asshole.” Dave’s chute was always ready for a hot cock and this was no exception. As the tough Marine rammed his rigid cock home time and again. Dave’s experienced muscles massaged the battering ram in a way which quickly brought the SP to a climax. “She-e-e-t, that’s good ass! We’ve got to come back here again.”

As the first Marine pulled free, cum dribbling from Dave’s ravaged ass, the second, who had been fondling his rigid prick, moved into place and he too rammed all the way home in one fell swoop.

“We shouldn’t be ignoring his buddy this way,” came from the third Marine. He pulled his billy club free from his belt, and, without lubrication, began to work it into the cowboy’s upside down asshole. In and out, in and out. Inch by inch, the cowboy’s ass began to lubricate the club until some 15 inches had been rammed into him. His shrieks of pain had gone unheeded, except by some of the others in the park.

The activity had so inflamed both the cowboy’s and Dave’s cocks that they each began to such with renewed fervor. Without warning, the cowboy began to unload another huge helping of hot juice into Dave’s mouth, while Dave shot jet after jet of hot cum into the cowboy’s mouth. This set off a series of contractions in his ass muscles, which massaged the second Marine into discharging a white hot load of cum into Dave’s ass.

After shooting a second load in such a short time, the cowboy and Dave each found their mouths around cocks that had become slightly relaxed. But not for long. “I think they need something to keep them at attention, don’t you?” came the statement/question from the apparent leader of the group. “If their guns are all worn out, let’s give them some new ones to suck on.” He and one of the other SP’s removed the handguns from their holsters and released the safeties. One barrel was shoved into each of the captive’s mouths. “If you let that drop, it just might go off. And who knows where the bullet would go?”

The third Marine thought this was such a great idea that he took his pistol and, safety off, began to work the barrel down into the cowboy’s ass, replacing the billy club. “Now, you hold that nice and tight.” With that, he gently stroked his already rigid cock and said, “Now it’s my turn.” As he moved to Dave’s rear, the other two SP’s moved aside to watch their buddy’s performance, fucking the already well-reamed asshole spread for their pleasure.

The scene had so turned on the Marine that he quickly shot his load into Dave’s well-fucked, well-lubricated ass. Up to this point, and especially after the loaded guns had been shoved into their bodies, both captives had been frightened enough that they began to lose their passions–and their erections. However, the Marine’s performance–coming as it did on top of his companion’s actions–convinced the bound and helpless men that they probably had little to fear from their tormentors. Obviously these Marines, or pseudo-Marines, were more interested in the sexual aspects of the encounter than in any serious effort to punish the supposed “transgressors ’. Thus the prisoners’ predicament, dangerous as it might have appeared to be, served only to stimulate both Dave and the cowboy. Both cocks grew from sagging tumescence to springy, steely hardness.

Seeing this, and realizing that they were no longer perceived as a threat to life and limb, the Marines exchanged knowing, twisted grins. They removed the guns from their prisoners’ mouths, and allowed the swollen cocks to slide back into the eager orifices. The Marine who had been leading the action tightened the bonds, forcing each set of sucking lips more tightly into its reciprocating groin.

“We’ve got something to cool these two off.” The second SP began to shinny up the tree next to their two interlopers. As soon as he’d gotten above the two-strung up bodies, he aimed his half-rigid cock in their direction, and began to piss a hot yellow stream over their rigid bodies.

“She-e-e-t, that’s just the thing! Let me up there.” And before the first had finished his lengthy piss, another was there to take his place. Then the third, with his right hand holding his cock, began to piss from the ground as the bodies of both Dave and the cowboy were bathed in hot, acrid, yellow gold.

The piss shower seemed to go on forever–but it was such a turn-on for the cowboy that he began to shoot another hot load of cum into Dave’s mouth.

“They deserve to be left just like they are for having desecrated our shrine this way.” the leader of the group reasoned. “Yeah. I agree,” came from his two cohorts. So, after putting away their cocks and other equipment, they left the two, still bound to each other.

Were they really Marines? Were they SP’s? Neither Dave nor the cowboy were ever likely to know.

But the light and noises had attracted an audience a voracious audience. Before the night was over, both the cowboy and Dave had been ravaged by at least two dozen other people. Sometime during the “ordeal” they had been let down from their suspended positions. But never during the nightime had they been totally separated. Shortly before dawn one of their attackers untied their bonds sufficiently that they were able to free themselves. Dave retrieved his cutoffs, the cowboy his levis and chaps. They kissed lightly and returned to their respective homes.

But Dave knew that he would return another night!