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Marine training. You get stripped. You get shaved. A straight-up broadbrim who could be a cop or a priest just lets you know that if it were up to him he'd have your balls shaved too. Standing straight was the thing down there in Paris Island. Guys, dick, M-1's all straight. Trajectory's another matter. The Marines know the limit of straight. Up for inspection a guy's tool is straight down or it’s 200 push-ups till dick and the lights damn near go out.

I won't tell you what you already know about the methods, but I gotta say what boot camp did for me was more than I thought could be done. I was fit when I signed up, but the Corps made me tough and, more than that, it made all us guys hot shit improvisers. I learned how to lodge it without loss of manly honor.

My platoon was dropped in a remote area and the twenty of us had to do with what we got taught in order to survive for the next ten days. We each had a knife and two rabbits. Mate the rabbits or eat them. Guess. Stay together, take care of each other and get to the pick up point; that was the mission.

Seventh day into this we thought we were making some progress. By our calculations we were within fifteen clicks of the chopper landing point, but we were, all of us losing weight. Surviving eating snakes and turtles gives you a constant gnawing hunger. Funny thing is that some of the guys began to look pretty good to me. We were all getting down to body mass indexes that would make us great models for the slick mags.

Rorvo and I were sent out to find some real water: we were getting to borderline dehydration. We split off and finally found an actual stream that was six feet across. We quickly drank enough to get ourselves feeling human again, but it was clear we couldn't make it back to our platoon--the sun was edging down. We were going to have to stay at the streamside until crack of dawn.

I was the first to strip off my clothes. I hadn't had a bath in a week and the cool temperature wasn't gonna stop me--that stream and me were going to make love.

"Mack, isn't it a little cold for that?"

"Rorv, just strip and get in it, you wimp."

The pool I found was just big enough for the two of us and a little off-orders wickedness. Getting clean will put us back in shape for some fast traveling in the morning. I slipped on a rock and fell in. This put naked Rorvo into a fit of laughter and he dug out some of our rations to share as we sploshed a bit around.

The water and the food revived both of us. But what we didn't expect was that our cocks would get back their need to grow. Touching each other, we couldn't avoid it: it was turning us on and neither of us is gay, that's for sure. But we pretended it wasn't happening. We were playing around like school kids, but man-size dick was hardening up and the feelings that go with it were running wild in me and Rorv.

Rorv tried to make light of it by making it a little game of tickling. He tickled me and I tickled him. Rock hard cock didn't go way with the kid's play. Rorv began to shiver a little and then some more. I too began to shiver. Hard dicks we kept under water were met under water as we just held onto each other for warmth.

"We gotta get d-duh-dressed."

Out of the water we put all clothes back on, but left them loose so as not to get them soaking. Instead we held onto each other. Our cocks had softened a little in the mad rush to get into our warm uniforms, but we held onto each other face-to-face, our shirts and pants open.

The shivering began to subside. We held onto each other, for warmth. For warmth. For survival. The sun was almost lamp out and we needed each other for warmth. Rorvo's cock revived and regained hardness. Mine was doing the same thing and I tried to cover what was happening with my shirt, but it was no good. Both of us could see the other's hardened cock. Both of us felt a huge need to get off.

If you're a straight Marine you can't talk about doing another guy. You can't. It's on record. On the record!

Our innovation was simple. On the count of three each of us switched 'round and just took the other's cock in hand. "This is to play with, this is to have fun." My lips warmed Rorvo's cock and likewise he put his warm Armenian-American lips well down over my tool, sucking for the good. I never felt anything like it. This was sex as good as with any bitch. With hunger pains in my stomach, my dick was getting eaten. I moaned. We were hot buddies, doing what had to be done. Good Marines who were sucking cock just to survive.

The sounds of Rorvo grunting when my cum spurted over and over in his mouth was fantastic. His load shook me, and I learned how men of honor can serve one another well.

Of course this never happened...