Eight Marines in a Hot Orgy

Batehole Story No. 1

8 Marine Orgy

By Buck Jones

No matter what video you are watching or what toy you are playing with, it is your imagination that takes you down into the batehole and to the finale with your sperm shooting out in all its glory. Or your insides ripped to shreds by that new and usually larger instrument of inserted pleasure. The road to the point of satisfaction can be a long one or one that develops quickly and leads to an almost instantaneous gratification. And the attack of desire to masturbate can overcome a person in any location at any time.

Like last night I was reading about a hot Marine requesting another party in his barracks room on Lejeune. He indicated in his second Craigslist posting that he had 8 men in his barracks room the night before, and imagining that scene sent me down the batehole. I imagine the guy, nearly six foot, sculpted, and hung welcoming his preview party photos into his room. Maybe two who are secret FWBs arrive first and our host greets them, wearing a towel. The guys, Kansas and Jake, met in boot camp at Parris Island and immediately felt the urge to play. They have a no drama relationship and the thought of getting into an orgy with a bunch of the hand selected few turns them on.

"Go ahead and take your clothes off. No sense in wasting any time. You can put your things on the shelving over there."

Kansas pulls off his friend's tee shirt and then takes off his trousers. The now naked young taut, white skinned and tanned, Marine-skinny Jake goes right for the host's dick.

As he drops to his knees in front of Snake, he states, "You gotta go for the gold." Jake opens his host's towel and lets it drop to the floor.

While Jake takes in the stimulating sight before him, Kansas is about out of his clothes. Jake licks the base of Snake's dick, moistening the entire shaft. Kansas, built like the corn fed stock from which he comes, kneels on the other side of Snake's dick. Kansas and Jake look into each other's eyes as they move their lips up and down the shaft. They play with each other's tongues under the shaft and suck with their lips as they go from the glans to the base. They hit the base together, smile with their eyes and begin moving up the shaft. This time the lips move over the head and the FWBs kiss each other and the head all at once. Snake shakes a bit. Kansas pulls away and Jake goes down on Snake, taking him deep into his throat on the very first try. Before Jake needs to come up for air, Snake is holding Kansas's dick and squeezing its fatness into a rock hard rod of steel. Snake knows if he ever gets this dick up his ass, it will take a lot of work and preferably in a one-on-one situation. Snake, who is amply endowed himself, finds his hand holding something much weightier. Snake revels in the fact Jake is sucking his dick while he's holding a monster cock in his hands. Snake leans over and begins licking on the head of a cock he can only imagine taking or swallowing. Kansas rubs his hand over the short yet pliable hair of Snake's head.

Even though Jake knows that Kansas will turn out to be the party dick, Snake is unaware just how big Kansas gets when someone starts working on his ass. Right now, Snake knows he has encountered a male higher up in the hung department. Jake continues teasing, sucking and deep throating. Snake devours as much as he can of Kansas's manhood.

A knock on the door. Kansas and Jake go into the head as they don't know if it's another party member or not, or just some Marine who needs to borrow something. Snake opens the door with his towel now wrapped around his unflinching hardon. He welcomes Harrison who wastes no time in focusing his attention on the towel that is standing at attention. Harrison is from Arizona, and despite his name, has a great deal of the Southwest in his make-up. Harrison is the blend of Native Peoples, Spanish settlers and the European conquerors, a genuine American mixture.

"Hey, guys! Out of the bathroom. It's H and all is smooth. H, put your clothes on the shelves, next to the ones already there."

As they enter the room, Jake speaks, "Hey, aren't you the guy I take those hard copies to over in admin?"

"Yes, I'm the guilty one."

"No, it's just that I thought I recognized you... that's all," he responds stepping toward the young man, his hard manhood standing at attention.

Jake, never known to be bashful, begins unbuckling H's trousers. After he loosens the trousers, he instructs H to sit on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. Soon, the clothes are on the shelf, and Jake is taking H's soft, recumbent dick into his mouth and begins playing with it, feeling it slowly gain more of life's eternal liquid, bloating out into a young hard Marine cock, enjoying the attention it is receiving. Snake has fallen, as each of the sex party members later do, to his knees before Kansas. Snake holds Kansas's rock hard thighs with each hand as he subsumes the pornographic cock before him.

Within a short period of time, the ritual of hiding in the bathroom at the knock of a door has long ceased. The total group is full, less one... the Sarge. When Sarge knocks on the door, the party is in full swing. Added to Jake, Kansas, Snake and H are Antoine, Dusty, and Fletcher. It's been all jacking and sucking, with everyone sucking Kansas's dick, sometimes three at a time; one on the head, and two working the shaft. Antoine can take the head the deepest of the group, so Kansas is happy when he looks down and sees Antoine on his knees with his mouth around the head of his cock, teasing it, but taking it and taking it deeper than any of the other Marines. Antoine is well hung himself, so when one of his new friends gets on the floor and sucks him, he feels one with the vibes of the evening.

Sarge, 23, and oldest of the group, is also the most muscular. He's a competition grade body builder who's also nicely hung. Sarge enters and surveys the situation. He takes off his two pieces of clothing, throws them next to the neat piles and walks over to Dusty who's being sucked by Fletcher. Fletcher is not a great beauty, but epitomizes masculinity. His every move is manly and his butthole is a tight bud, pink and smooth, its fine lines radiating out like soon-to-be opening petals. The Marine insignia tattooed on his left pec completes the picture of the rugged Marine ideal. Fletcher turns his head and wraps his hand around the Sarge's hard dick.

"Sarge, I had no idea, but I want you to know that I like the idea," utters Fletcher, as he kisses and then covers Sarge's head with the flame of his tongue. The groans from the other men being sucked add a sensual soundtrack to the action. Fletcher eventually deep throats Sarge a few times. Fletcher returns to Dusty, that slightly crazy, wouldn't hurt a flea, but strong as an ox Dusty and treats him to an intense sucking, swallowing him with equal fervor.

Sarge turns his attention to the party dick, Kansas. Sarge has seen the same action going on for quite a while. He figures he needs to throw himself into the mix. He falls to his knees and begins kissing and licking the side of the shaft while Antoine concentrates on Kansas's head. Antoine, who, despite his hardened demeanor, detects the slightest feelings of others and responds as he feels appropriate. He knows it's his time to give up the party cock and let the Sarge have his turn at the biggest pole in the room.

For Sarge, a farm boy from Indiana, whose first experience was with a dick just like Kansas's, kneeling before a memory that has now become reality, Sarge begins the slow dance of suck lust, the feeling of not just any, but this particular dick which takes him back to that summer his best friend's cousin came to visit. While listening to the whimpers and the moans of the other men, Sarge kisses the head and opens his lips as if he is receiving the holiest of hosts. He's being given a gift, almost out of grace, that surpasses the intensity of that summer because he was hesitant then. Now there is no hesitancy; Sarge electrifies Kansas's dick with his fire, the secret, inexplicable energy Sarge emits when he takes a dick into his mouth.

Jake and H each take a nipple in his mouth; they lick and they suck; they nip and nibble. All the while Kansas is enjoying being the center of attention, Sarge sends charge after charge through Kansas's system with his indescribable ability to ingest a cock and envelop it with a feeling of the unexpected. Sarge's sucking is special. The configuration of his mouth and the surface of his tongue give the person being sucked a sensation he has never felt before. The orgy is in full swing. And pretty soon it becomes apparent that Sarge is going to jack himself off while he makes Kansas cum, and all the guys want to be in on that scene. Kansas indicates he wants to change the venue to the bed, so Antoine can stand above him, allowing Kansas to suck him while Sarge is sucking him. The party moves to the bed. Kansas sits down; Sarge falls to his knees and continuing with the relaxed pace of the evening slowly begins sucking Kansas as Antoine stands on the edge of the bed. Kansas leans forward accepting Antoine's large engorged cock into his mouth. Jake and H get on their knees and start sucking Dusty, Fletcher, and Snake.

At this point I'm hitting the poppers and sucking my toy cock as if it's the real thing, feeling the depths of my sex beginning to tighten into an expected rigidity and feeling also the marshalling of the forces that forecast that wonderful explosion of cum.

I see Kansas, sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms supporting his upper body at an angle that makes taking Antoine's cock the right position. Kansas is sucking a hot thick mean ole cock and it's filling his mouth and pushing the limits of his throat's acceptance of the head. Antoine, who is standing on the edge of the bed, is looking down at a well-built ideal golden boy American devouring his cock as if he's never sucked a cock before. Kansas, full of Antoine's sausage-like meat, is reveling in the pleasure Sarge is giving his head. Sarge doesn't go down as deeply as Antoine does, but he sucks with a deeper strength; he sucks as if he's pulling you into another world; he surrounds the head and encircles the shaft with lips that create a ring of pleasure.

The sucking and the jacking and the sucking go on for not too long before the action intensifies and everyone becomes on edge. These eight Marines, all ideals of a type, are close to cumming. Kansas takes the lead.

"Sarge, if you keep sucking the way you're sucking now, you're going to get my load before you realize it."

Antoine chimes in, "I'm not too far away from shooting my load down your throat."

The Sarge gives the signal. "How about if we make it happen altogether. Is everyone close enough to cum?"

The five guys have now encircled the trio of the muscular Sarge sucking the party dick, Kansas, who, in turn, is sucking on Antoine. Jake who sees what's happening doesn't hesitate to give a verbal aspect to the jackers and the suckers.

"OK, guys, we're the hottest of the hottest on this whole fucking planet. Pull those cocks to show off the finest meat there is, and shoot them all over the Sarge. He'll have sperm running down his back into his ass crack when we all cum. That's right, H, work that head. And you, too, Dusty and Fletcher. Take this moment in. Look at the Sarge going down on that huge party cock. We've all had some of it tonight, so we know what the Sarge is feeling as he's sucking that big ole piece of meat. And the Snake. Show us that snake, that snake that started the whole thing. Let the pre-cum dribble from your holes so you can lube your cocks. Work those cocks, Marines, because when we cum we're having the best orgasms ever. No one is our equal. Shoot your loads on the Sarge's back."

Antoine speaks: I'm almost there. You're pulling the shit outta me, Kansas. I hope you're ready for a big load.

The Sarge feels Kansas himself beginning to tense. Sarge backs off for a second and says, "This man's about ready to shoot and so am I."

With that verbal confirmation of everyone's status, the cum begins to fly. First, Antoine covers Kansas's face with his jizz. Sarge spits Kansas's cum onto his jacking hand, and explodes as he feels the cum from five guys blasts his back and rolls down into his ass crack. Grunts and groans and "Oh, Man's" along with a few "Fucks!!" punctuate the scene. The men then look at themselves, smile knowingly, and head toward the head to get cleaned up. Nothing is said, just felt.

By this time, I have cum and am basking in the afterglow of self-satisfying sex, having gone down into the bate hole and found there what I was needing.