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I didn't mention this before because I'm not sure where it fit in the "cumdump timeline."  

 

I moved into a new apartment years ago.  It was one of those carriage house apartments - the ones down the driveway and in the house behind the main house.  Well, I'd moved in during June, and naturally the air conditioning blew out in July.  I was hot as fuck and always, and I mean always, in my underwear, naked or running shorts so I wouldn't sweat to death.  Even with the ceiling fans on, windows and screen door open, (if locked), most nights I still sweated like a pig.

 

One dark night, after having complained to the landlord yet another time, I was in my apartment around 9:00 PM, trying not to die of heat exhaustion, I heard a knock on my door.  Not surprisingly the knock spooked the fuck out of me.  I all but jumped off and hid behind the couch before I caught my breath.  I looked over and it was a guy about 5'8", 150 pounds, and looked ripped with that V shaped body.  He spoke fast, saying "Hey, man, I'm sorry for scaring the crap out of you.  I live across the driveway in the other apartment building and I've locked myself out, without my cell phone, of course, and I wonder if I can use your phone to call my roommate?"

 

"Sure," I replied, relaxing, and opened the door, gesturing to the landline, thinking to myself there was no way I would let a random guy use my cell phone.

 

He called and apparently only got voice mail, so he left his roommate a message, asking that she call back on my number.  I ran to put on a shirt because I was feeling kinda slutty sitting there in just my running shorts, which left nothing to the imagination.  I only put on a tank top, but it made me feel better.  We sat on the couch to wait for her to call back.  It was about 15 minutes before he called her again.  We watched television and chatted as we waited. After the second call, I offered him a drink.  I had vodka and water, he had straight vodka and we waited, chatting about his service in the Marines, about lawyers, running, roommates, gay life, dating, being single, and so on. Looking back I can see he was flirting with me, but for some reason I was somewhat oblivious to as much.  

 

He called his roommate at least two more times and after the fourth time, as I was passing him to refill our drinks, he said, "I wish you hadn't put a shirt on.  You looked really hot in just your shorts."  I laughed and filled us with just some more vodka, and returning to the futon where he was seated, I sat next to him.  Not surprisingly he kissed me, and we ended-up making out for a while.  Then I helped him out of his shirt off.    Mr. Marine had a hot body, six pack included.  His cock didn't feel huge, but I liked how he felt overall.

 

He leaned me back so I was on my back and he pulled off my tank top.  We continued to make out.  It was still hot as hell and we were sweating a lot.  He was also in shorts, but mine were the nylon running kind and it was way easier to get into my shorts than his.  Our hands were all over each other, but his hands under my shorts and on my ass and fingering me and stroking my cock the whole time I was on my back.  Fuck, I was getting really worked up.  I undid his shorts and he wasn't wearing underwear.  I grabbed his cock and stroked it right away.  It was probably 6" cut.  

 

I got him off of me,got on my knees between his legs and he told me to suck his cock.  I did, licking his whole cock and then sucked the head and licked the tip.  I wanted to give this hot Marine amazing head.  I sucked him for about 10 minutes.  He was moaning the whole way, telling me what a good cocksucker I was.  My jaw wasn't getting tired yet, but my knees were from the hard wood floor.  I sat next to him again and kissed him.  I soon found myself on my back again and we were making out.  

 

"Are you a bottom?" he asked.

 

"Yes," I replied, and with that he turned me over and started making out with me while rubbing his cock on my shorts, as his fingers explored my sweaty hole through my short legs.  I looked back at him, kissed him hard and I slipped the back of my shorts down.  

 

"That's right.  Show me your hole," he encouraged.

 

So I slipped my shorts down more and he pulled them the rest of the way off my legs, and resumed making out with me as his cock slid up and down my ass crack.  Then he spat on my hole and ate my ass for about a minute.  He'd then put his cock head at my hole and rub it around and then eat my ass more.  He did this a few times and then put his cock at my hole and said, "Can I ride you bareback?"  

 

"Yes."  

 

His cock slid in my spit and sweat slicked hole and stopped.  The head hurt and I spread my legs and he said, "You have a sweet ass."  He slid in more and I just grunted and took him until his bare cock was buried in my ass.  He kissed me again and started to fuck me.

 

In a few strokes I was pushing back to meet his cock and moaning.  He said, "I'm not going to last long."  I just pushed back, and within a few more strokes he added "I'm going to cum in your slutty ass."

 

"Cum in me," I pleaded.

 

And he did.  He came in my ass, and I blew my load on the futon.

 

He fucked me two more times that night and I took two more loads from him.  

 

His roommate never did call back.  In the morning he said, "I don't have a roommate.  I've seen you around and I made it up to come meet you.  I never thought I'd get to fuck you, but you're really easy.  Thanks for taking my loads slut."  

 

We were still naked and I said, "Give me another load before you go."  He spread my legs and fucked me bareback again, blowing another load in my ass.

 

I never saw the Marine again.  I don't even know if he was actually my neighbor.

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Yes indeed, hot one! Some years ago (think mid-late 90's) I found myself staying frequently in the Norfolk-Virginia Beach area. Lots of hot young navy-studs and a smattering of marines. My navy buds always said there were two truisms about  the vast majority of "jar-heads:" 1) they all seemed "to wear helium socks" {yes, meaning they were bottoms and their legs went up for even mildly assertive tops}, and 2) marines don't kiss...  Of course times DO change or maybe you really lucked-out with your marine encounter...

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