"The Letters" : Correspondance from fellow gay Marine overseas...
...fuk yah you can put this on yer site, but itz like what we said...you can't use names or my unit or stuff like that...
Been here in Germany for over a week now. Ankle is healing okay. Probably gonna be on light duty when I get back. Going back to the desert Thursday. Going to miss the weather here. Miss my squad more. I dont ever wana see sand again when this shit is over. No fukin way I'm gonna move in with you in that fukin heat. Makes me wana move to Alaska and wear leather instead. U up for that?
Rained here the other night. Awesome. I hobbled out for a smoke and thought of you. Just enough rain to enjoy, but not so much I couldnt smoke. So i have this camoflage nylon poncho to keep the rain off me. It's coated on the inside with this stuff that feels like rubber I guess. it reminds me of those PVC sleeping bags from when we went camping. (You punk. We gotta do that again.) By the way, I got your package and it gave me some ideas. Thanks.
Okay, you'll dig this.
As I'm walking, there's a spot behind OMITTED OMITTED that follows the length of [the airbase]. It's a cool way to relax, stretch your legs and get sum air and quiet time. It ends at the end of the runway so you can see the jets take off. I took my t shirt off so the poncho was touching my chest. Then, it happened. The rain started pouring down on me. It was warm and muggy, so between the rain and humidity, the poncho started clinging to my chest. I was getting a hard on bud. The poncho is long so it started wrapping around my legs. When I brought my arms forward, it pulled tight across my back. It felt like you were hugging me, bro. A big plastic hug. It was awesome.w
I took shelter under this cluster of trees next to OMITTED OMITTED OMIT. Now the rain was coming down so fuking hard I couldnt see. The hood on the poncho helped a little, but it was a little big without my helmet on so it kind hung down over my eyes. I was starting to get mad about it all, but then decided to say fuk it, so I undid my [BDU's] and whipped out my cock under the poncho. I figure its late at night, it's poring rain and you can't see fukin shit under the trees. I sat down on this low tree limb and started jacking off. I was trying to be quiet, but I started moaning I guess. The poncho was tight across my shoulders cuz I was sitting on most of it so it was stretching tight across my chest and shoulders. I was getting close to shooting my load when I heard a sound behind me. I froze. Thank god my dick was hidden under the poncho. Then I heard slow footsteps. I played it off and just sat casually, hoping whoever it was would go away.
Bud, I fuking lost it. I about pissed my pants. The footsteps came right up behind me and I was too fuking scared to turn around. I was so sure I was gunna get tossed in the brig and get discharged. I could here him breathing and I was waiting for him to say something I couldnt possibly have an answer to. I swear it felt like hours passed and none of it was enough time to find some way out of this mess. But then he walked around the tree and stood in front of me. He was s fukin MP! He just stood there in his poncho and looked at me. I was facing out to the [runway] so I couldn't see his face cuz he was lit from behind. All I could see was the fuking armband that said "MP". I couldnt see shit and it felt like some horror flick teasing me, reminding me that all I need to know is he's an MP and my ass is gonna go on a DD214 and I'm a dead man.
I can see it in the papers now: "OMITTED OMITT lost his balls in Iraq!"
But then he touched my leg. I thought he wanted me to stand up to be arrested, so I began to stand up, but he pushed me down and this time he grabbed my leg and brought it up to his crotch. Bro, I've shared a few stories and you know I luv adventure, but this is fucking blowing my mind. He plants my boot on his crotch and unties my laces. I thoght he was gonna take my boots and make me walk back in sox. But he unties my boot lace almost all the way and opens his poncho. He has one of thos split front ones. He unzips, whips out his dick and ties my boot laces around his balls. He slowly lets my boot [with my foot still in it] hang off his balls and starts beating off. What the fuk? It must have been like 15 pounds or more. Fukin nuts! Literally!
I start beating off and the only sound you hear is the fukin nylon rustling. Fukin hot! He reached for my cock, but I pushed his hand away cuz nobody touches that but you (smile). He was pissed I think, but he started to touch my poncho and rubbing it. He saw the hood was hanging over my face a bit and he must of seen me suckingno th nylon cuz he grabbed the hood and pulled it across my face. fuk me now, dude. I wana come home and play with you.
Duude, I started moaning, getting hard and close to shooting my load. The only thing he said was "shhhhhh" . Then he pulled the nylon hood over my mouth and held his hand there. I wanted to yank my foot down from his crotch but then I ralized Id probly tear his balls off. [I moved my foot that was tied to his balls] and it must of hurt him like hell, but all he said was "fuck, yeahhh". My mind is totally fuked right now. When he came close to shooting, he grabbed the hood on my poncho and gathered the excess nylon in his fist. The fukin hood was wrapped tight and I culdnt breath. He was leaning into me in such a way, that I culdnt move my arms under the poncho a lot. I let that play up bigger in my mind than it really was.
While all this shit is going on, the rain is still pouring down. The raindrops sound like distant gunfire. It was hard to hear anything under the nylon and wth the rain, but I heard him moan once, he stiffened up and leaned into me. Then I heard his fucking load hit my poncho. i didn;t see it, but I heard it! I swear, he must of have shot five 5 or 6 fat loads. Holy fuk! My poncho was tight around my torso, his warm body was leaning into mine, I couldnt breathe and it felt fukin amazing. The poncho was sticking to me and it sorta reminded of that feeling in those sleeping bags that time. I was restricted, I was wet, the rubber and nylon was sticking too me. That was it. I fuking came instantly. After I shot my load I felt his fingers run down the face of the nylon hood slowly and all he said was "...good boy".
I was wiped out. Probably half from fear, the other half from finally getting some action. He untied my boot lace from his dick and then I pulled my hood off my head to look at him. Fuk, even at night in the rain, what litttle runway light there was blinded me. For the few seconds it took to adjust my eyes, he turned his back and said "I'll see you around..." and walked off.
I asked around OMIT OMITTED OMITE to see if anyone knew him trying to get some backstory, but had no joy. There was something in his tone that implied he knew me, but maybe I'm reading into it or something. [I thought] you would enjoy a good story for once. [...I'll drop a line in a couple weeks] after I get back and settled in my routine, I'll fill you in about anoither interesting event...
Your 2LT [second lieutenant]