Drifting in and out of consciousness, I enjoyed rubbing the wet stickiness between my legs and the smells and touch of these three men wrapped around me. I felt rather unusual too, compared to my normal somewhat cocky tomboy self. Whilst I was growing up I'd got used to fending for myself, giving myself draws was something I often resorted to when I felt a little out of my depth. Pretending to be a boy when we set up home in this my fourth or fifth country we'd yet again relocated to, sent by my special forces dad and senior executive mum to sort things out for myself at school. Enlisting as a male in the Marines summer camp, after school graduation, was the logical next step, now that I'd decided to adopt the gender that fitted me as a tomboy who was lesbian.
Sometimes I did feel my age, just 18, rather than the tougher older laddish type I acted out. My ideas often didn't fit quite to the norm - I'd read about the Romans who held these pleasure driven, fully hedonistic orgies, where groups of all genders writhed and thrust their bodies with total abandon - I was sure I wanted to live this way, a free spirit, a leader but not a sheep. And a couple of TV shows on swinging had opened my eyes to living more casually, in regards to commitments. But I still didn't know much about sex - I'm not sure how I thought we were supposed to learn. My 3 girlfriends from riding school had all experimented with me but we'd only kissed and lightly rubbed our fingers over our clits together, as well as getting on top of each other and thrusting, taking the butcher lesbian role - or so we thought. I lay amongst the marines, half-awake. I'd not properly touched a guys cock yet, so I decided to go for gold and touch 3. I was hesitant in case I got accused of gay molestation, as I wasn't going to own up to being a pretend male. But my hands seemed to have a mind of their own - Danny had taken his underwear off and my little hand encircled his meaty member. I was shocked as it was very chunky, much bigger than I expected cocks to be - about twice the length of my little hand. I thought it would be good to compare with the others, so slid my other hand towards Tim. His briefs were tight against his flat stomach - would I get sensed and caught by sliding fingers in under his waist or better up one of the leg holes? I guess guys get used to getting hold of their cocks. I got my fingers under the waist band and slowly got my hand in on top of his cock. Do men dream and think all the time about sex? I was learning how to be a guy but both these cocks were stiff and pulsating as I lightly held my hands around the parts of each cock that I could - and it only seemed to be about half of each cock. I wanted to compare all 3 cocks, so I'd have to be imaginative. I shuffled in our bed and Nick's groin got closer to my face, whilst I still held on to the other cocks. Would I be beaten up as a suspected gay guy, if found with all 3 cocks in my possession? I was only doing research, trying to find out how big cocks were, so I could stuff the right amount of padding into my underwear, to pass as a real male. I'd managed to stretch my tongue onto the tip of Nick's cock, through his underwear earlier that night but now his cock seems elusive. Muscular guys weigh so much when you're trying to shift them whilst asleep. Suddenly I felt a hand firmly at the back of my head, my face 2 inches maximum from Nick's bulge. My heart beat sped up, this hand almost forcing my head closer to where his bulge would be. My adrenaline surged. Oh no ... |
