FIRST & LASTTIME -- 45
By
Anonymous
I had been in the Marines and in the South Pacific for over two years. I had made three amphibious, combat landings, promoted to sergeant and was aboard ship heading for my third invasion. Aboard troop transports I always tried for a top bunk in the center section. The top bunk is close to the air ducts and lights and no one above to puke on you. It was always my habit aboard ship to take my shower after 2200 hours. The water is usually fresh and warm and the shower room is not crowded. After my shower I would put on my skivvies, get up on my bunk and try for a couple of winks. I must explain that the center rack of bunks are double, two rows side by side.
The bunk next to the one I was using was occupied by a young Marine; I didn't pay any attention to him because he wasn't in my platoon. I had seen him on deck and at muster but he was just another young grunt ready to face the slaughter.
30 March' 45, 2200 hours and time for my shower. With the sweat and grime of the day washed off I wrapped my towel around my waist, headed for the troop compartment, climbed up on my bunk and wiggled into my skivvies. I laid back, closed my eyes, wanting to get as much rest as I could because the next day would be a busy one. All of our gear had to be checked and ready to go over the side on Sunday the FIRST.
As I was laying there with my eyes closed thinking what all had to be checked I felt something lightly moving across my stomach. I slowly opened my eyes, and discovered that it was the hand of the Grunt on the bunk next to mine. I was curious to learn just how far he intended to go. The Marine Corps has strict rules about playing with someone's cock. If you want a medical or bad conduct discharge just get caught masturbating or playing with a cock that isn't yours.. Well, the kid moved his hand down to my bush and played for awhile with the hair. By this time I had sprung a first class hard on. He then, with thumb and forefinger, gently slid my foreskin up and down. By all rights I should have stopped him but it felt so good and I was enjoying it.. I was horny as hell not having had any sex since leaving New Zealand, two years before. I still feigned sleep to see just what he would do. He took a hold of my cock just like it was his and jacked me off in earnest. When I got that feeling I began to hump my hips and fuck his hand. I had to do something to show my authority, I grabbed his hand about the time I started to cum. I said, " Get some clothes on and follow me top side."
He did, he followed me up the ladder to the deck. When I found a secluded spot I put a hand on each shoulder and gave him a good shake. I could do this because I was a twenty two year old sergeant and he was a boot private. I said," Why in the hell did you do what you did? You know I could run you up to the old man and they would kick your ass out of the Corps. You know that you can't go around jacking people off. Why did you do it?
" I've been watching you and you remind me of my brother. My brother is older then me and is a Marine. He is in the 3rd Division and I haven't heard from him in over a month. I know they made the landing on Iwo. The last time I saw him was when he came home for ten days just before he shipped out. He's two years older then me. We live in just a small house in Texas and we always slept together. We shared the same bed all of my life till he enlisted. We always played around with each others dick. He liked the way I did it. Your dick looks just like his. You ain't cut like most of the guys. I'll be careful and not get caught and please don't turn me in."
" Ok, be careful, we have only one more night on this tub and then we hit the beach."
Back on my bunk I had one hell of a time trying to get some sleep. I couldn't keep my hand off of my dick. At last the lights came on, I could round up my squad and make sure our gear was squared away. It was a busy day, several meetings with my platoon leader going over the maps of the landing beach. At last it was time to hit the rack. I laid on my back with eyes closed and at 2200 was totally rested and ready for my last ship side shower.
I was the only one in the shower room and had a hard time not spending all of my time washing my cock. I had one hell-of-a hard on and was tempted to beat my meat but declined. When I finished I wrapped a towel around my waist and crawled up onto my bunk without putting on my skivvies just covering up my crotch with the towel. I closet my eyes and prayed that I hadn't scared the kid and he would jack me off again. I didn't give a damn if we did get caught. Just laying there, thinking, I generated a hard on that a cat couldn't scratch.
It wasn't long and I felt the kid's hand. He didn't fool around with any foreplay, he went right to the base of my cock, circled it with his thumb and finger, gave it squeeze, and before I knew what was happening he had my dick in his mouth. I could feel him sucking as he bobbed his head up and down. Bobbing his head slid my foreskin up and down while he sucked and ran his tongue around the head. It felt like he was socking my balls up thru my cock. I was just about over the top and ready to cum. I did all I could to hold back but the pressure was getting too great and I let go. When I did I pushed his head down onto my dick and fucked his mouth. He kept sucking even after I had had three spasms. He sucked till my dick was it's old flaccid self. When he had sucked the life out of my dick and it fell out of his mouth, he straighten up and whispered, " Thanks, Serge."
I just laid there out of breath like I was turned inside out. I must have laid there about an hour when the lights came on and over the PA system came, " Now hear this. All hands turn to. Breakfast is being served for all troops going ashore. When finished with breakfast report to your disembarkation station." I never saw the boot after that announcement. I went over the side with my squad and hit the beach with the third wave, Easter Sunday, 01 April, 1945.
We fought our way to the North end of the island and then turned around to finish up the South half. I'll always remember 12 May, 1945, we had just cleared the crest of the hill when there was an explosion in front of me. I remember being knocked backwards and a corpsman giving me a shot in the arm. Three days later I awoke aboard the hospital ship with a Navy nurse saying, "You've had a nice long sleep. The doctor will be in to see you."
A Navy doctor came by my bed and asked me how I felt and I told him that my guts hurt. He said that they removed a lot of iron from my groin area and that there wasn't anything that could be done about saving my genitals. They had to be removed and a large part of my penis had to be removed. The next week or two I would have to urinate thru a catheter.
As it is now, I have no balls and a nubbin to pee thru, it seems like I swapped my balls and purple hard on for a Purple Heart; SEMPER FI.