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I signed the papers and handed them to the guy at the desk. He looked them over and said "OK Kid you're in the Marines, be back here day after tomorrow for your physical". It was just that quick. It was just that easy.
I strolled back into the Navy recruiting office where John was still filling out forms. "Hey, fucker... I'm in the fucking Marine Corps".
John looked up, not sure that he heard me correctly. "What do you mean you're in the Marines?" Then he quietly snickered, "Last time I noticed, it was the other way around."
"I'm not kidding. The Marine Recruiting Office is right next door. I walked in. Told them I wanted to join. They handed me a stack of forms which I filled out, signed. And they told me I was now a Marine. I have to come back day after tomorrow for my physical."
John was dumbfounded. With all of the paper processing they had to do on his officer training application, he probably wouldn't be reporting for at least another six weeks.
We were both a little sad as we walked back to "The Penthouse". We had developed a strong feeling for each other. Under his tutelage, I had developed into a young man. Looking back, I realized that I had been an immature baby when I left home. Hal, Jack, Jerry, and John had contributed to my development. If it hadn't been for them, I couldn't or wouldn't have thought I was ready for military service.
At 6:30 I hopped out of bed, dressed, had breakfast and headed for my 7:30 appointment at the recruiting office. There must have been a hundred guys crowded in the hallway. A uniformed Marine yelled. "Make a straight line against the left wall. You'll be getting on a bus which will take you to the Navy Annex at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. There you will be given a complete physical. You will also be interviewed. They will go over your recruitment papers. You will be returned here by 1800 hours. Presuming you have passed, you will report here day after tomorrow where you will be issued transportation to the US Marine Recruit Depot in San Diego California. It is there that YOU WILL BE reformed into a U.S.Marine; in the mean time you guys are dog meat. Have fun!"
The first thing they did at the Navy Annex was take our clothes. I stood in line with a hundred other naked guys. Some black, some white, some with short dongs, others with huge ones.
We were to be examined, inoculated, and interviewed. We would be given further instructions at the end of the process.
I had my mouth probed, by balls felt, my dick milked, a finger shoved up my ass (had a hard time keepin' it down for that one), and my ass slapped.
By mid-afternoon I had received shots in the left shoulder, shots in the right shoulder, more shots in both cheeks of my ass, and a colorless tattoo on my right arm.
As I stood in line for the last of my shots, Lance walked by. I didn't think he saw me, or if he did probably didn't recognize me.
Then it was in for interviews. They asked me why I wanted to join the Marines. They asked me if I had ever had sexual relations with anyone other than my right hand. They questioned me about each entry I had made on my application form. Everything but the age had been truthful, so there wasn't anything to trip me up.
A young marine walked into the room, handed my interviewer a note, saluted and left.
"Well That's it son. Your physical was good, although you need some body building. You're dismissed." He paused, then added, "Your next stop is the office at the end of the hall. Give them these papers."
I sat on a small bench just outside of the office. Unlike every other "stop", where there had been at least 30 guys ahead of me, I was the only one.
The same young marine who had interrupted my interview walked up "OK, guy, the Lieutenant will see you." Before I entered the room, I knew who I would be facing.
"Close the door behind you," he spoke softly and motioned me into a chair. "You know you lied when you filled out these forms, don't you."
"I know, but only about my age. I'll be 17 in October. John is going in the Navy. I can't go back home. I need the Marines." I looked up, pleadingly at Lance.
"Yes, I can see that the training you'll get will make a lot of good changes in you. You know there is still another problem. If your application is accepted, and you join as a 17 year old, you will need your mother's permission. She'll have to sign and notarize her agreement. I'll have to think about it for a while, see what I can work out. Why don't you come back tomorrow about noon. In the mean time, we can both try and figure out what is best for you." I got up and started to leave. "By the way how's the guitar?"
After retrieving my clothes, I took the subway back to 35th street. I realized I had been found out, that I wasn't going to become a Marine, that I had no plans after John left. The great unknown frightened me.
John was still at home, double-checking some more forms the navy required. As I walked in the door, he knew something had gone wrong. He told me not to worry. Maybe I could get a job with one of Maurice's companies. He'd call around tomorrow and see what he could do.
"But don't give up on the Marines, I'll bet you if anything can be done, Lance'll do it. You know that guitar was a gift from the heart, not payment for services rendered".
That night John took me to a Russian restaurant down in the village. We had Stroganoff and wine. Strolling musicians played wild music. People went to the dance floor, joining the dancing folk music. Two rather pretty girls joined us on the dance floor; we twirled and moved in time with and mimmicking the real dancers. At the end of the dance, the girls seemed to linger. When John invited them to join us at our table, they readily did.
We were in a booth, and the girls sat between us. John poured wine for them, but all too soon the wine was gone. My girl had placed her hand on my leg; gently and friendly. My cock, on the other hand, took it quite differently and began to rise to the occasion. In trying to adjust myself, I knocked my napkin to the floor. As I reached under the table I saw that John's girl was massaging his rod, and it was really bulging. As I sat back up, I glanced at John, he gave me a wink, raising his eyebrows pretty much saying, "The world is full of pleasant surprises."
We had ordered a round of Vodka martinis. The manager came over to apologize as the girls were too young to drink the "Vodka". "Well, we'll just have to move the party to our place."
John signaled a Cab, and we sped up towards 35th. John stopped the cab, ran into a liquor store, and came out with a fifth of Vodka, a bottle of Vermouth, and a bag of ice.
We sat on out patio, telling the girls of our going off to war. Of John becoming a sailor, and of me being a Marine.
It was almost funny to watch John and me. We did the same things together, almost in synchronism. I put my arm around my girl, he put his arm around his. We danced the same way, slow music; except there was no music. We made believe, we caressed ear lobes, we ground pelvises.
The girls giggled, and we poured more Martinis. I reached over and began to massage her breast; she moved her hand 'til it was touching my throbbing cock. She seemed to be pleased with what she found.
We moved inside and sat on the bed like it was a couch. I had my mouth nuzzled down on her breasts; as I looked up, I saw that John's girl had his cock out of his pants. Very soon, without prompting, my girl had mine out as well. We pulled the girls up off the bed and began removing their clothing while they were undoing our shirts, and pants. Soon we were without clothes, my dick rubbing her hairy "V", as was John's.
Holding them close, we again circled the floor as in a dance. My girl had reached down, putting my dick between her legs. If it had been any stiffer, it would have lifted her off of the floor.
We moved back toward the bed, laying them down. I raised her legs, much as Lance had raised mine, as she guided me into her hot pussy. I moved in gently until I was sure she could take it all. Then began the dance of love. John was by my side; we were still in synchronism. As I went in, so did he. When pulling out we did it together.
As our juices built within us, we began to perform. We emitted animal sounds, grunts, and small yells. They evolved into louder yells as we built to that final climax, and screamed at the top of our lungs as we drove deeply into those young cunts, filling them with sperm.
The girls took turns using the toilet. They dressed in the bathroom, while John and I did so in our front room.
As for the girls, the "party was over", and they wanted to go home. John and I were still feeling sexy. But the girls insisted, so we walked them down to the IRT, and they departed.
"Didn't know you were into girls," John said on the way back.
"I wasn't. I just lost my virginity."
When we got back to our bed we were both still very randy. We undressed and looked at each other. We both had very hard cocks.
John said, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." We laughed, standing there fondling each other. "Feel like 69?"
I said yes, and John laid out on the bed, face up. I kneeled over him with my balls in his face, and his dick at my lips. At first, I approached my task gently. Then I got playful and nibbled along the length of the shaft. I could tell that it was working as he made exquisite noises. He put his hand on the cheeks of my ass and pulled my dick down into his throat. I fucked his throat; it was great.
He pulled out and said, "I'll get you off like this, if you'll let me into that sweet ass again."
I got up and laid back down on my back. John positioned himself between my legs and proceeded to give me the best blow job I had ever had. He repeated what I had done by nibbling along the shaft. Then he sucked on my balls, again with a bit of nibbling and a little pressure, then back to taking the whole thing down his throat and swallowing.
The juices began to well from deep within me. I could feel them generating into a veritable fountain of cum. I tensed. My abdomen hardened, and I exploded for what seemed to me to be at least 5 minutes of continued shooting.
We rested for a moment, then he placed my legs over his shoulders raising me into (what we now) called the Lance position.
It was an easy entry. Almost immediately he was deep with in me. I could feel his cock stimulating my prostrate. I thought I was going to come again. Again, and again those deep body probing thrust as though he was trying to crawl inside of me, to become one with me. I could tell that he was almost there.
The sound of the elevator opening on our floor scared the hell out of us. We put on our shorts as though we had been asleep. I answered the knock on the door... it was John's girl. She brushed past me, stood in the middle of the floor; looked John straight in the eye, and said she wanted to sleep with us. Both of us.
John looked at me, raised the blanket and said, "Well, come on honey; it's all ready for you," as he displayed his well developed boner.
She looked over at me, "You, too, dummy. Take those stupid shorts off; I want both of you, and at the same time."
I looked over at John; he gave me this silly grin, like "anything once, let's go for it."
Having just been sucked dry, I wasn't particularly horny, and I had to take a leak.
When I came back, John was already in the saddle. His ass was moving up and down shoving her butt into the bed. John looked up, saw me, and flipped on their sides while still pumping away. He pointed to her back side telling me that that's where I should put my dick. As I watched them fuck, my rod took off on its own. Back in the bathroom, I lubricated my shaft with KY. Returning, I laid beside them with the head of my cock gently prodding her cheeks.
With one deft move of her hand she had me up her butt, but what I found there surprised me.
As John pushed in, I could feel his cock rub mine. We fell into synchronism, our asses moving in and out, our dicks practically touching each other's. We began to play games with each other's dick as we wiggled inside of her. She hadn't the faintest idea of what was going on. Little did she know that John and I were playing with each other inside of her body.
This new experience, this new idea set me on fire; I matched and even exceeded John's thrusting. When we were all the way in, I could feel his cock pulsating. On the outward movements his member throbbed against mine.
I looked at John's movements; I measured them against mine. I soon realized this wasn't any ordinary fuck ... John and I were having wild sex between us; the girl was just incidental. We both reached our climax at the same time; on the same inward thrust, shot after shot. I experienced John's climax, as he experienced mine.
We were both quivering from the experience. The girl couldn't figure what was going on or what had happened. Sometime during our exercise she had climaxed several times, unbeknownst to either of us.
The girl got out of bed. We just laid there next to each other, dicks collapsed, totally drained, as she dressed and let herself out. As the door closed behind her, I turned toward John, looked at him, and said, "I love you."
He smiled; "Yeah, I know... and I'm gonna miss ya".