MUSCLE BEAR MARINE
Muscle Man Mike Radcliffe
“Are you a top or a bottom?”
I asked. The Marine captain standing in the doorway
didn’t react. I know that quick minds are not
a feature of the Corps, but I live in hope.
I had been enjoying my “private” quarters
for some weeks, but headquarters had ended that. Now
I was to share my space with the new sports instructor,
Mike. Oh well, I thought, viewing his impressive size,
muscle bears and jocks don’t have to have brains.
I decided to re-phrase my question: “If you’re
Mike, I’m Steve. I took the bunk-beds apart, so
I’d have a double-bed. If you want, we can stack
the bunks again. Then you can choose – top or
bottom.” Or you can sleep with me, I was tempted
to add, imagining his bristly face parked between my
thighs. My low hanging balls needed serious attention.
“What I’d really like is a shower,”
Mike replied. “Sorry to be blunt, but eight hours
on the bus is not my favourite activity,” he said
as he dropped his dufflebag and started shedding his
clothes, “and we can toss a coin later.”
That comment caught me off guard. Was the toss going
to decide top or bottom, bunks or double bed, or his
“favorite activity”?
As the muscle bear unbuttoned his shirt, revealing huge
shoulders and a pair of inviting nipples, I wasn’t
sure if I wanted heads or tails. The tattoo on his left
arm suggested that he was a top – assuming he
was gay. And that was the big question. So, since I’m
always willing to join other naked men in showers –
and answers can be found in tempting places –
I decided to take the bull by the horns, to coin a phrase.
“I’ll join you, if that’s ok. It’s
the only way of beating the heat on this base.”
When he dropped his trousers and bent over to unlace
his boots, the sight of his low hanging balls and tempting
ass sent evil messages to my cock. I set a record stripping
off my clothes, tossed him the extra towel, and opened
the door into our bathroom, which, conveniently, had
two showers.
Mike wasn’t modest; he just draped the towel over
his shoulder. Mind you, he had nothing to be modest
about. His beefy, muscular body showed a man who took
care of himself. And I wanted to take care of that too.
But first, I still had to make sure he was “into
men”; misreading signals in the military is a
quick route to serious trouble.
As we each stood under a shower, soaping ourselves down,
I saw that Mike was checking me out. “You’re
in great shape, Steve” he said. “By the
way, what’s your job?”
“Artillery,” I said as I lathered my cock
and balls, “but I specialize in close combat.”
I watched to see his reaction.
“I promise to behave,” he shot back.
Mike was quicker than I had thought, so I ventured further.“Oh,
I was hoping you might be a guy who takes chances.”
“It helps if you know the risks,” he grinned.
I could see his cock swelling. Then his eyes shifted
to my erection.
“No risks here,” I countered. “At
least none I can’t control.”
“Good to meet a man who takes charge,” he
said. And he turned toward the wall, spread his legs,
and placed his hands up beside the shower-head.
Damn, he was really put together. Restraint was going to be hard,
so I slowly soaped his back, feeling the muscles along his spine,
down to his waist, then up his sides, into his armpits. Mike rolled
his massive shoulders and let out a small sigh, obviously enjoying
the contact. He also pushed his butt into my crotch, but I was determined
not to rush this. If he liked a man to take charge, I wasn’t
about to disappoint him.
I left my cock parked between his powerful thighs and shifted my
hands to his chest. His pecs were like muscled beef, except for
his nipples. But they stiffened into hard nubs when I brushed my
knuckles over them. Then, when I squeezed them with my fingers,
he moaned loudly and flung his head back.
Knowing I’d return to those later, I let my fingers trail
down across his belly and into his pubic hair. I then teased the
head of his cock with one hand and held his balls with the other.
Mike had closed his thighs around my major-league hard-on, and he
slowly turned his head so that our mouths met. Our tongues took
turns reaching into the other’s throat. At the same time,
he had reached behind me to my ass, pulling me even tighter into
him. “Fuck me,” he groaned.
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