The Marine
by Tony

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Part 1
Me and my buddy Sean are always going to this little bar near Camp LeJuene. It's near a US Marine base right outside Fayetteville, NC. We've both toured the base (with no intentions whatsoever of ever joining) only to scope out all the hot recruits and drill staff sergeants. The bar (called The Rack) is not a gay bar, but a few gays go there and its' frequented by marines all the time. We've been lucky once or twice on scoring a blowjob from a private or a new recruit, but nothing ever to heavy.

Well, since Sean and I both have a male foot fetish, we've prayed really hard and even hoped against all odds that one night we'd be able to find a jarhead or two that would be willing to satisfy our craving for sweaty socks, big stinky feet and some hot foot action and humiliation. Well, it was a Friday night and we'd just about given up on catching a big marine to stomp us into the ground when a huge guy walked in. He was dressed in casual attire, but the military standard "flattop" hair cut gave him away as a marine. He stood about 6'4", had the bluest eyes I've ever seen and weighed in at about 190 to 200 pounds. His blond closed-cropped hair had streaks of tan and brown flowing through it and he had an incredible ass. He was wearing brown Vans and his feet were a size 12 or 13 for sure.

He walked past our table and sat at the bar and ordered a beer. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. I looked over at Sean and smiled.

"My God." I said, smiling at Sean whose eyes were still glued to the blond giant. "He's fine. I wonder if he'd be willing to boss us around a bit?"

"Yeah, keep dreaming." Sean replied.

I lit a cigarette myself and got up and went to the bathroom. I smiled politely at him as I passed the bar on my way to the restroom and he returned the smile with one of his own. I relieved myself and came back out. On my way past him, he held up his hand and motioned for me to come over.

"Hey man, sorry to bother you, but do you have an extra cigarette?" He questioned.

I shook one out of my pack and offered it to him. I grinned wildly and looked over at Sean who was giggling like a schoolgirl--apparently impressed that I was actually talking to him.

"Who's your friend?" he asked slyly, noticing me forcing faces of
disapproval in Sean's direction.

"Oh, sorry. That's my friend Sean." I answered.

He looked over his shoulder and waved as he nodded in Sean's direction.

Sean waved back to him lazily.

"So what are you guys up too?" He said.

"Nothing much. There's not a lot going on here, so we were just about to leave." I told him.

"What's your name? I'm Jeff, by the way." He said as he extended his massive hand for me to shake.

I shook his hand. "I'm Kevin. It's nice to meet you. So are you on weekend leave or something?" I questioned.

"Yep. I don't have to be back 'til Monday morning. I thought I'd stop in for a beer, and you're right, there's not a helluva lot going on around here."

Scared to go much further (maybe it was nerves) I attempted to break the conversation up. I was pretty sure he wasn't gay and there was no need in wasting my time or his.

"Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your weekend." I extended my hand again to shake his and he finished his beer in one chug.

"Where you guys rushing off too? I'm new around here--just transferred in on Sunday. I don't know of anywhere else I might be able to go. Is there a motel or something close by? Maybe a different kinda bar or something? I hate to go back to base, but I guess I could always come back out tomorrow. A motel might be nice though."

"Well, we were just going back home, and I'm not sure but I don't think there are any other bars real close by. There's a Red Roof Inn right down the road and I think there's a Best Western and a Holiday Inn back on the Interstate. What kinda bar were you lookin' for? I think there's a 'Dockside Dolls' up off of the Fayetteville exit, but that's a good 20 miles or so."

"Well, that's not exactly the kinda bar I meant. You and Sean, you say ya'll live together?" He asked shyly. (God I loved his accent...) "Yeah, Sean and I are roommates."

"Roommates like roommates or roommates like romantic roommates?" He questioned.

"Uh, no, we're just roommates. That's all." I said.

Which was true, Sean and I were gay, but God--we'd kill one another if we were lovers...

"Well, I thought you were gay. Sorry. I mistook what kinda vibes I was getting' from you."

I looked at Sean and I then quickly looked back at Jeff.

"Why did you care if we were gay or not? Does that bother you?" I asked with a tinge of fear in my voice.

"Hell no. I'm gay myself, but you know... bein' a marine an all, you kinda hafta keep that shit under wraps. I just thought if you knew of a bar, more to my likin' shall we say, well then I'd just head on out there. I need to release some of this pent-up energy I've got. So are you two gay?"

I was shocked that this guy was gay and extremely excited at the same time. I motioned for Sean to come over.

"Yes, we are." I said. "Would you just like to come home with us? We don't live that far away. We have lots of beer and you can leave whenever you like."

Sean nodded blankly and looked like he'd start drooling at any minute.

"Sure you wouldn't mind. I'm swear I'm not a psycho or anything, I promise. You want me gone; I'll go whenever you say. And thanks for letting me come along. I just don't know anybody and I'm real anxious to be getting away from the base. Let me pay you or something. It means a lot, really, for you two to offer for me to come over."

"There's no need to pay us, really...but before we go, there's something I'd like to ask you. It's a favor of sorts..." I couldn't believe I was saying this. "Me and Sean kinda have this thing for feet, you know . . . .and well, I was wondering if you'd kinda play out a little fantasy of ours while you're there?"

"Feet huh? I knew a guy when I was in Boston that had a thing for feet. Sure, hell I'm game. You wanna tell me what to do, or should I make it up as I go along?"

"You can make it up as you go, but we like just about anything. Humiliation is a bonus and you just use us anyway you see fit.... We both liked to be walked on and abused." I said. Jeff just grinned.

"That speak for you too?" he asked Sean.

"Yeah, sure. I just can't believe this is really happening." Sean snickered.

Part 2
We got to our apartment and Jeff sat down on the couch. I brought him a beer and I could tell that he was a bit tense so I started things off. I bent down and pulled off his Vans. He wore gray sweat socks beneath his Vans and the smell was already wafting from his shoes.

He caught the hint and slurped his beer. "Why don't you smell those while you're down there?"

I hungrily grabbed his right foot and pulled it to my face. I took a long whiff of the heel and the toes of his sock. Sean bent down next to me and grabbed the other foot. He smelled long and hard.

"That's it. Smell those big marine feet." Jeff sneered.

He pushed harder onto my face with his foot and soon had me curled up under his huge leg, my back on the floor and his massive foot in my face - grinding away. Sean continued to lick away at Jeff's sweaty sock. Jeff leaned up from his position on the couch and pulled his shirt off. He tossed it on the floor. He wore a white tank top tee shirt underneath and you could make out his well-defined chest and hard upper body. His Marine Corp tattoo stood out against the smoothness of his skin, the eagle in the symbol of the tattoo itself -- still looking so bright and golden, almost made you think the ink was still wet.

"Smell those feet." He barked down at us. He pushed Sean's face into the carpet with his socked foot and continued to grind away into my face with his other foot. He suddenly removed his foot from my face and from the back of Sean's head and stood up.

"Lay full length on the floor. Both of you. Beside each other. And on your backs." He ordered.

We did as we were told.

"Not like that, side to side." He demanded as he pushed Sean over next to me with his foot. "That's better." He smiled.

He stepped up onto Sean's chest with his right foot. He brought his left foot over to Sean's' face and planted it firmly in place with the arch of his foot just barely covering Sean's nose. He stood there, his full weight bearing down on poor Sean and he looked down at me. He raised his arms to his side and showed off his muscles, still glaring down at me.

"You're next buddy..." He grinned.

With that he stepped off of Sean and directly onto me.

"Yeah.... There we go. How's that feel?" He questioned, as he looked down at me. "That feel good? You like these big ol' Marine feet? Huh? You like these stinky size 12's?" He had his large smelly left foot on my chest and his right foot right on my crotch. The pain was bearable, but I was quickly getting a hard-on. "Yeah, you like it. You both like it. Oh yeah, ya'll just love my big old Marine feet!" He continued.

With that, he put all of his weight on my crotch as he moved his left foot to my face. He stood on me for a good minute or more before finally stepping off of me. He then forced us both to sniff his feet while he towered above us and at one point he even shoved his socks (both of them) into Sean's mouth. He yanked them out of Sean's mouth eventually and then walked into the kitchen. He got another beer and downed it.

"Okay you two, crawl over to the couch and kneel there." Jeff ordered. We did as we were told and waited for Jeff to come to the couch. He drained a new beer and came back to the couch. He sat down in front of us. "Okay, each of you grab a foot and remove a sock."

I grabbed his right foot and Sean grabbed his left.

"With your teeth girls." He said.

I put Jeff's foot into my mouth and worked the cotton material over my tongue. I slowly pulled his sock off with my teeth. Sean pulled his off as well and Jeff ordered us to lick and worship his massive feet. We licked and sucked his toes, smelled and licked the heels and the bottoms of his feet and eventually he placed his feet flat on the floor and we licked and worshipped the tops of his beautiful feet.

"Oh man, that's great..." Jeff moaned. "Don't stop. Suck on my big Marine feet."

We continued to lick and suck at Jeff's feet for almost 20 minutes. Finally he got up and stood in front of us.

"Take off your shirts. Both of you."

I slowly began unbuttoning my Polo shirt and all Sean had on was just a sweatshirt and he pulled it over his head quickly and tossed it behind him. I tossed mine aside as well once I finished unbuttoning it.

Jeff had been stroking his huge cock through his jeans the whole time and once we'd thrown our shirts out of the way, he grabbed both of us behind the neck and pulled our heads to his crotch.

"Sniff and suck and lick on that bulge in my pants boys." He demanded. "Yeah, that's it. Lick it!"

Sean and I continued to lick his large bulge and we playfully bit at hishuge erection through his jeans.

"I'm gonna cum all over you two. Pull down my jeans."

I unzipped his fly and Sean grabbed a handful of jeans and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Lick my balls. C'mon, I said lick my balls. Lick these big marine balls."

We licked and I could taste the smell of his jeans and the faint hint of sweat. He moved our heads out of the way and lifted his right foot up to Sean's chest. He pushed Sean over backwards onto the floor. He then placed his foot against my chest and pushed me over to the floor as well. He stood over us, taking turns rubbing his foot against our chests while simultaneously jacking his huge cock.

"Yeah, ya'll like my big feet. Ya'll like 'em don't ya? " He ran his foot over my face, across my neck and he played with my nipples with his toes. He did the same to Sean and continued jacking his dick.

"Oh God. Awwwgggooodddd...."

He literally burst with cum. He shot his load all over Sean's chest and mine. Once he was spent, he rubbed his foot across my chest, squishing the cum beneath his feet against my chest and stomach. He ground his foot into Sean's chest as well, smearing his cum all over Sean's chest and neck.

"Oh yeah. That was hot boys." Jeff said.

"That was damn, fuckin' hot!" He helped us up off of the floor and we all showered (Jeff showered with each of us individually...) and then we all ordered and devoured a pizza. We watched a movie and went to bed. Jeff (being a perfect gentleman after all) insisted on sleeping on the couch.

Needless to say, Jeff stayed the entire weekend and we dropped him back off at Camp LeJuene on Monday morning. We're also happy to report that every weekend Jeff is available, he knows that he has two willing slaves to do as he commands. And we love it!