September 26th, 2020,I’m not sure how to start one of these…is it “Dear Diary”?No…I’m a Marine, that shit doesn’t sit right with me.Doesn’t matter. TRASH.”I felt ropes and ropes of semen stream into my ass.We both laid there, with his cock still inside me. Gay sex that’s it. I didn’t know what just fucking happened. Over text. I needed to remember every detail…I’m still very confused.Fuck, I can feel Buster’s cum still dripping out of my ass, thank God I have my own quarters.I don’t understand how he blew such a huge load after having blown one minute prior.So… I’ve heard of jockstraps before, but haven’t ever worn one. Why would you? Should’ve said something sooner.”Buster began thrusting his hips onto my left quad. I’ve heard of jockstraps before, but haven’t ever worn one. Why would you? A fucking stud that exuded confidence.He usually did HIIT (High-Intensity Interval Training) workouts with heavy weights, while wearing a weighted vest and one of those elevation training masks.Probably the fittest dude in the Navy.I watched Buster every time I went to the gym. I never even MET her, she was my fucking Tinder girlfriend.Whatever, moving on…this next part happened today.I’d been feeling so confused, which caused a lot of anxiety.It was leg day and I pushed myself extra
