Mishandled Marine

Title: “Mishandled Marine: A Deliciously Taboo Encounter”

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the dusty military base. Private Colby Knox, fresh out of boot camp and eager to prove himself, strutted across the grounds in his crisp uniform. His heart swelled with pride, but his mind wandered to more carnal desires.

Colby had always been attracted to his fellow soldiers, admiring their calloused hands, chiseled jawlines, and the way their uniforms stretched taut over muscular frames. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist the allure of forbidden fruit.

As he approached the barracks, Colby spotted a familiar figure hunched over, tinkering with something on the ground. Private Dillonvelope, a sullen, brooding type with a face like a Greek god and an ass that could crack walnuts, glanced up and caught Colby’s eye.

“Aye, Private,” Dillon said gruffly, tipping his hat. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

Colby approached, pretending to inspect the grounds. “Oh, just… patrolling, sir.”

Dillon looked skeptical. “Patrolling? Around the barracks? Methinks thou protest too much, Private.”

Colby swallowed hard, his pants growing tighter by the second. He drank in Dillon’s physique, the way his muscles rippled beneath his uniform, and his dirty mind began to wander. Surely, he couldn’t be the only one harboring these thoughts?

Just then, Dillon mustered a cheeky grin. “Tell you what, Private. If you want to watch my every move, then come closer.”

Colby’s heart raced. This was his chance. “Sir, I… I don’t know what you mean.”

Dillon chuckled darkly. “Don’t play coy with me, Private. I see the way you look at me.”

Colby’s face flushed red with embarrassment. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dillon stepped closer, towering over Colby. He reached out and traced a finger along Colby’s jawline. “I think you do,” he growled.

It was then that Colby surrendered. His baser instincts took control, and before he could stop himself, he leaned into Dillon’s touch.

“Sir, this isn’t… we shouldn’t…” Colby managed, but his resolve was crumbling.

“Oh, but we should,” Dillon purred, pressing his body against Colby’s.

Colby gasped as he felt Dillon’s hardness against his thigh. He knew this was wrong, that they could both get court-martialed for fraternizing, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Dillon’s hands began to roam, sliding down Colby’s back to grab at his ass. He pulled Colby close, his breath hot against Colby’s ear. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

Colby hesitated for only a moment before obeying. He unbuttoned his uniform shirt with shaking fingers, letting it fall to the ground. His undershirt followed, revealing his taut chest. Dillon licked his lips appreciatively.

“Keep going,” he urged, his voice low and gravelly.

Colby fumbled with his belt buckle, his breathing ragged. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his hard, pulsing cock.

Dillon let out a low whistle. “Fuck, Private. You’re hung like a damn horse.”

Colby blushed at the compliment. He stood there, completely naked and vulnerable, his cock twitching with need.

“Turn around,” Dillon ordered.

Colby obeyed, presenting his ass to Dillon like an offering. He heard Dillon’s zipper straining as he pulled out his own cock, already rock-hard. He pressed the head of his cock against Colby’s asshole, rubbing it in tortuous circles.

“Beg me for it,” Dillon growled.

“Please, sir,” Colby whimpered, pushing his ass back against Dillon’s cock. “I need you inside me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Dillon said with a smirk.

He grabbed Colby’s hips, pulling him back as he thrust forward, sinking his cock balls-deep into Colby’s tight asshole. Colby cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Dillon began to fuck him hard and fast.

“Fuck, Private,” Dillon grunted, slamming in and out of Colby’s hole. “Your ass is tighter than a vice.”

Colby could only moan in response, losing himself to the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. He reached down to stroke his own cock, bringing himself closer to the edge.

Dillon smacked his ass, the sound echoing through the empty base. “Don’t touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to cum just from me fucking you.”

Colby whined in protest, but obeyed, letting his arms fall limp at his sides. Dillon pistonned in and out of him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, Private,” Dillon groaned. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking… ahhhh!”

Dillon slammed into Colby one last time, burying himself deep as he emptied his load into Colby’s asshole. Colby felt the warmth spreading inside him, triggering his own orgasm.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” Colby moaned, convulsing as he shot stream after stream of cum onto the ground. His legs shook, threatening to give out as the intensity of his climax washed over him.

Dillon pulled out, leaving Colby’s ass gaping and dripping with his cum. Colby collapsed onto the ground, his body spent and satisfied. Dillon chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Not bad, Private,” he said, clapping Colby on the shoulder. “Not bad at all.”

Colby lay there, panting and glazed with sweat, as Dillon strode away whistling. He knew he’d have to face the consequences of their actions eventually, but for now, all he could think about was the delicious soreness between his legs and the lingering scent of sex in the air.

He’d definitely have to find an excuse to “patrol” this part of the base more often. Duty called, and he was ready to serve.