Ascending into a higher dimension of consciousness, experiencing a spiritual convergence, pleasure and pain are unified through a great act of reconciliation.Staff Sargent Fuchs watches with an approving grin.His marines are good men. Gay sex Gaining a new equanimity, unconditionally surrendering to the pain, he spreads his legs wider content in his inferiority.“Feels so good,” grunts the marine.Lurching forward, thrusting deeper, pressing hips tight against the boy, he crams every possible inch inside. A klaxon sounds, elevator 3 activates, and two F-14 Tomcats belonging to the ‘Be-Devilers’ of VF-74 strike below to the hanger bay for overnight maintenance.Below on the ship’s fantail a silhouette moves cautiously in the dark. A derogatory term for a member of the female species; 2. Near the forward transverse bulkhead is the hatch for MarDet berthing, 3-69-0-L. Sailors watch aghast as the timorous boy descends the vertical inclined ladder.The 60-man berthing compartment is decorated with traditional USMC iconography. Containing brightwork, fancywork, flags, and pictures of the President, SecDef, SecNav, and CMC, the fastidiously clean area is a shrine to military discipline.A young sentry in green cammies stands watch.“State your business,” demands PFC Ramirez.“Midshipman 4/c Lamb reporting as ordered.”“Who the fuck ordered you to report?”“Well, umm… I was told…”“I did,” interjects SSgt Fuchs, appearing suddenly.“Oh, staff sergeant I didn’t
