Sound the alarm.Bell is hard aground upon Russo. Gay sex And resistance recedes with celerity like the outbound tide at the Bay of Fundy.He’s ready to ride tandem.“Carry on,” orders Decker.* * * *“Fuck him already,” demands a spectator.Anxiously squirming, barely understanding what’s happening, Bell can’t easily accommodate both marines. And how, when properly prepared, it’s often better than the real thing. Screaming sergeants. Glimpsing the transcendent he smiles in silent lucidity. Screaming sergeants. Screaming sergeants. The wonder. But not until all-hands get a turn.And another certified two-seater joins the Fleet.Oohrah!Comments and readers’ experiences with marines and midshipmen are always of interest. The wonder. Poised on the precipice of pleasure, his extended bow approaches the midshipman’s stern. Contracting core muscles, he braces for impact.“Wait one,” barks Decker.Time stops. Russo’s thick shaft already occupies most of the available real estate. Swept along in the entropic current of disorder, it’s destruction was inevitable.Fortunately, the marines have a viable contingency plan.Double occupancy.* * * *Lance Corporal (LCpl) Anthony Russo lies supine on a wrestling mat. Rugged and powerful, the handsome marine’s chiseled musculature is sheathed in smooth olive-hued skin. Nothing to raid, rape, or repudiate. And Gammas.The diminutive equipped inherently lack confidence and swagger. Just right for a casual evening with shipmates.The mesmerized audience watches the unfolding
