Corps Takes All E1 | My marine bootcamp bunkmate immediately clocked me for the slut that I am (Patreon)

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I knew this day was going to come. All the men in my family served in the marines. It's honestly fucking wild, because if I'm going to flex for a second, we have more money than we can ever spend and they're always on my ass to do my education at Yale or Havard. That world of academics and business parties is far from working in the infantry. 

So why the marines? My grandpa says it makes a man out of you. Translation? Generational trauma. My folks said that I have to go to boot camp at the minimum, then they can pull some strings so that I can choose a more cushy position for the 4-year contract. 

Me? I planned on flunking out of bootcamp. Let me back up a little bit. I'm a twink with a capital T. Sure, I work out for the aesthetics and for the vacations that we take on tropical islands, but I don't know how to complete a damn obstacle course. I figured that if I drop out around the 5th or 6th week, nobody will bat an eye. I don’t think that anyone, including myself, is convinced that I can make it through the 10 weeks even if I tried.

The start of bootcamp was a disaster. The clothes we have to wear are ugly as hell, and I haven't been bald since… I've never been bald. I could only think about how my hairdresser is going to laugh when she sees my egg shaped head. 

Don't even get me started on the shower and toilet situation. Honestly, what the actual fuck. For all the money that the government pours into the military, you'd think they can afford stalls. 

Unsurprisingly, I'm stuck with a bunch of macho men. Standing beside them, I feel like a literal twig. The worst comparison is with my bunk mate, Hugo. That man is built like a gladiator, and standing beside him just makes me look even more stupid and out of place.

At least I'll probably get a little ripped? So much of the day is exercising and I can see some progress in the 5 minutes we have in front of the sink each day. Maybe I'll put a little “masc for masc” in my Grindr profile when I get out of the shithole. 

One thing I did to hype myself up before getting here is tell myself that I'm going to get to see a lot of hot, naked men. That part, is true. The vast majority of my platoon is extremely fit, and in the communal showers, everyone is naked. I've seen more cock and balls in these two weeks than in my whole life. 

I have to be careful though, as being gay isn't exactly tolerated here. I don't stare, but I have strategically been the last one out of the showers and then I get a glorious view of muscle asses walking away from me, all of them dripping water. 

Hugo clocked me right away. When we were assigned bunks together, he hissed at me. 

“Don’t look at me, bitch.” 

He's scary. I mean, I'm pretty sure he can snap my neck with a flex of his bicep. He's a complete alpha jerk too, and he's already had some altercations with the other guys by trying to show off too much. 

Won't deny that he's hot though. In the tight green shirt, he's got a superman build. And when it’s off, he's got a smattering of fur that gives off the energy of a sexual beast. Down there? Yeah, not a disappointment either. It's pretty clear where his confidence comes from. 

I caught him jerking off once at night. I had to pee, and since I'm on the top bunk, I saw him beating it while I climbed down. 

“What did I say about keeping your eyes to yourself, bitch!” 

Even a hushed whisper tinged with hatred made me scramble. I went to pee and he came in just as I was washing up. I thought he came to confront me, but he went right past me to the urinal trough. 

“Yeah, keep watching, why don't you, beta bitch. Make it more obvious, like you aren’t the gayest fucker here. Get the fuck out of my space,” Hugo said without looking back at me. His wide shoulders moved as he finished himself off. I half ran away as I heard him grunt through his orgasm. 

I don't know how the other guys are getting off. I mean, we basically have no privacy. Myself, I've been so tired and sore after each day in bootcamp that I haven't even thought of it. 

But a platoon of 30 young men? It must all be going somewhere. The thought of that got me going for the first time in weeks, and then I realized that I'm also backed up by how hard I got. 

Anyway, my curiosity didn't last long as the physical tiredness still trumped the horny urges. I fell asleep and woke up again to the drill instructors slamming on the garbage cans.  

The next day was just like any other day, except there was a portion where we were in a lecture hall (and I use that term generously) learning about past marine accomplishments. Let me tell you, you can feel everyone's brain cells working to the max. Physically exhausted and trying to memorize a bunch of code and facts? With literal meat heads? At least it was an easier day for me. 

That night though, Hugo woke me up. 

“Fire watch, beta.” He shoved the flashlight at me. I took another minute to blink awake at whatever godforsaken time it was, and then climbed down the stairs. I'm clumsy as it is, and being tired doesn't help. I ended up dropping the fleshlight and making a big echoey sound in the dark platoon.

“You trying to fucking mess with me?” 

The next thing I knew, I was face to face with Hugo. He was literally breathing on my face. I tried to pull back, but he had the neck of my shirt tightly in his fist. 

“No, it was an accident!” I gasped. The chuckle of disdain he breathed out on my face drove a deep feeling of weakness into my chest. 

“Weak ass bitch.” He let me go and I stumbled backwards. 

I was about to move on and do the fire watch, but Hugo stood up. In the dim light, he looks more like a giant than a gladiator. 

“Toilet. Go.” He basically corralled me to the bathroom by walking behind me. 

“It was an accident,” I say again meekly. He leads me to the showers. Do I beg for forgiveness? For all the ways I wanted to be discharged from bootcamp, being in a body bag isn’t one of my top choices.

“You better hope you're good at sucking dick.” He drops his shorts to my surprise. I thought I was about to get my face kicked in. “You wake me up, you fix it.” 

I looked at his long schlong. It's not the first time I've looked at it, but it's the first time I've gotten permission to look at it. 

“You better get at it before I change my mind, beta.” He spat at the shower floor just to the side of me. “Go, bitch!” 

All the pent up sexual energy in me made me drop to my knees. He shook his head in disgust at me. 

“Don't fucking look at me.” Hugo looked straight forward and I looked at his big soft dick. 

Do it. Suck his alpha dick. 

Those were the thoughts that came into my mind when I put his tool into my mouth. Immediately, it felt like a rush of medicine came into my brain and my mouth watered around him. I started to suck at his flaccid cock, and I did my job in getting him hard. 

He must have been so pent up too, because it didn't take him much to stiffen to rock. 

“I knew you were a fucking cocksucker,” Hugo mutters. “A shitty one at that.” 

The insult just made me harder. It made me want to please him more. I bobbed on his dick, trying to find a way to appease the girthy meat in my mouth. 

“Waste of my fucking time.” I heard him say before two strong hands grabbed my skull. I had just a second to brace myself for the face fucking that followed. 

His cock triggered the gag reflex in me many times but I knew better than to gag out loud. Not with the drill instructor’s room just outside the bathrooms. Hugo would destroy me if we were discovered, and then the drill instructors would rip me out of my grave just to do it again. I let my eyes water badly, and took the aggression at the back of my throat. 

“Uh….uh….” A couple grunts followed quick two jabs into my mouth and a bitter taste flooded my mouth.

It was bitter, but so fucking good. 

“Swallow.” He released my head just enough for me to resume the sucking. However, a couple seconds later, he pulled me off his cock and then pushed my head back. “That's enough.” 

Then Hugo pulled up his shorts and turned around and left. I was left there with my sore knees and my stomach full of his cum. 

A beta bitch. Like I am. 

And there's 7 more weeks of bootcamp.