The Awakening Chapter 6 The next morning most of the Ameri..

The Awakening Chapter 6 The next morning most of the American Marines were heavily hungover. Instead of being up and active before dawn as usual, the camp was quiet as the sun rose. Corporal Mandez’s head was pounding as he swung his muscular, naked legs off the cot. He sits up on the edge of the cot, holding his head in his hands. His fat cock hung between his powerful thighs. Running his hands over his black buzz haircut, he cursed under his breath and once again swore he would never drink that much again. Mendez then looked over at his tent mate Lance Corporal Patrick O’brian’s cot, and found it empty. Mendez always got up before the helicopter pilot. However, this time the cot was empty and it didn’t appear to have been slept in. Mendez rubbed heavy balls and willed himself to stand up. He struggled to pull on his boxers and then heavy combat boots. Once stable on his feet, he walked across the camp toward the latrines. He rubbed his tattooed pecs as the cool morning air hit his nipples. Upon entering the shower latrine, he stopped. Before him was Cooper, naked on his knees giving one of the archeologists a blow job. Cooper was letting out muffled moans of pleasure as the older archeologist was holding Cooper’s head while fucking the marine’s mouth. Mendez never suspected that the mid-west farm boy was gay or even bi. Cooper always been very homophobic, going around making rude comments about gays. Now witnessing the younger Marine on his knees, Mendez figures the boy was in the closet and putting on an act to hide his true desires. Mendez slowly withdrew from the latrine trying not to make any noise that would potentially embarrass the younger man. Mendez had taken Cooper under his wings when the younger man joined the unit. Cooper was inexperienced and wasn’t very bright, so Mendez felt it was his responsibility to guide him. For the rest of the day, Mendez kept a watchful eye on Cooper. Cooper was definitely acting weird. He spent most of the day with the archeologists talking in whispers. As Cooper walked around in only his silkies, the younger man seemed to stay hard all day. It was virtually obscene looking as his cock stood straight ahead, tenting the thin short silkies shorts. Cooper even looked different. Mendez couldn’t help but notice that Cooper’s body hair was gone, and he was looking toner and more defined. The always fit, muscular muscle boy suddenly had a body that could compete with any elite pro bodybuilder. As he walked around the camp almost naked, Mendez and the other Marines noticed the strange tattoo on Cooper’s lower back, just above his muscular ass. Unlike his fellow Marines, Cooper didn’t have any tattoos. However, overnight, in the middle of the desert, he suddenly had a tramp stamp tattoo. The tattoo looked much like an Egyptian ankh but with bull horns flanking it. On closer examination it looked more like a branding than a tattoo. Mendez was planning on helping O’brian repair the sabotaged humvee, however it was almost noon and Lance Corporal was nowhere around. Of course he had no idea that Lance Corporal O’brian was in professor Hussein Sadik’s tent. The archeologist’s tent was filled with artifacts from the sites and appeared more like a museum or tent of a desert prince than an archaeologist’s tent. Among the thousands of years old statues and priceless artifacts on display around the ornate decked tent, the Lance Corporal was lying on a cot with his muscular, now smooth legs wrapped around Hussein’s waist as the professor rammed in and out of the former straight marine’s ass. The professor been fucking the marine most of the night and into the morning hours, in every position Sadik could think of. However, this was his favorite position with His face inches away from the rugged marine’s. He loved watching the expression of pure pleasure on the Lance Corporal’s masculine face as he slammed in and out of the tight ass. Although the professor had lost count of how many times he had fucked and came in the marine’s ass, it was still tight around his cock. One of the numerous gifts of the god’s seed. The marine and trained MMA fighter had his powerful legs wrapped around the professor’s waist in a classic wrestling move but instead of trying to dominate his opponents, the now hungry bottom was pulling the older man deeper, begging to be fuck harder. Hussein happily obliged. The weaker Professor grabbed hold of the tough marine’s wrists. The marine’s large biceps strained and flexed against the tan tight skin as Hussein pulled the arms over the buzz cut head. The feeling of power over the warrior was intoxicating. The professor also was loving the look of pleasure on the arrogant marine’s masculine face as Hussein fucked him. It only encourages Hussein Sadik to fuck the marine even harder. Sadik had heard the comments from the marines about him and his fellow archeologists since they arrived. About how weak and inferior they were compared to the marines with their hard muscular bodies, and Sadik was enjoying taking his revenge out on this prime USMC beef’s ass. Pushing all the way into the tight muscle pussy, Sadik moaned and came again deep inside the marine helicopter pilot. The marine moaned in a deep masculine voice as he quickly followed and shot his load between them. The older man was exhausted as he collapsed on O’brian’s hard tight body. Sadik pressed his hairy body against the hard, smooth body below him, as he leaned down and kissed the former straight marine, probing his tongue deep into the marines mouth. He could feel the marine’s cock was still hard between them, as Sadik tongue dominated the tough alpha’s mouth. The god’s seed had given the marine unbelievable stamina. While Mendez sat on the humvee, waiting for O’brian to show himself, he watched the other marines working out on their makeshift weights and bench. It wasn’t much for the marines to do in the middle of the desert except work out. Private Sean Smith was laying on the bench, pressing the weights over his large pecs, with two fellow marines, Westbrook and Ridgeway, spotting him and waiting their turns, when Cooper came out of one of the archeologist’s tents. The red head Marine’s boner was again tenting his shorts. Mendez could even make out a line of dry cum on the marine’s chin. The other marines noticed Cooper raging hard on and began to give him cat calls and laughed at the muscular younger man. The muscle bound, tattooed Private Smith dropped his weights and sat up from his bench press. “Nice tramp stamp. You finally came out of the closet, faggot” Smith called out, to the laughter of the other Marines. Smith was so cocky to the point of being a douchebag, and was being his usual cruel self toward Cooper. Hunter Cooper was no angel despite his boyish face, and usually could defend himself. Nevertheless, Mendez was concerned as he watched Cooper walk away, unphased by Smith’s teasing. “Smith, shut the crap,” Mendez shouted. “Come on Corporal, I’m just teasing pretty boy,” Smith laughed and returned to working out. Mendez could tell that Smith was jealous of Cooper's sudden transformation, as he picked up heavier sets of weights and pound out more reps. Finally the Lance Corporal showed up well into the afternoon. Mendez was also surprised at the helicopter pilot’s appearance. O’brian’s light layer of brown hair that ran down his chest, stomach, and legs were gone. His body was completely bare and smooth. Although the pilot was always fit, he appeared more defined and toner, even bigger, just like Cooper. On the pilot’s chisel 8 pack there was a white substance that appeared to be seman. Had the pilot spent the whole morning jacking off someplace, Mendez asked himself. “Where the fuck have you been? Serg want the humvee fix asap,” Mendez barked. “Sorry, man, passed out behind the old ruins,” O’brian responded as he lifted the humvee’s hood. When O’brian bent over the humvee, Mendez saw the same brand on the pilot’s smooth, chisel lower back. There is something very strange going on, Mendez thought to himself. Concerned, Mendez tried to report what was going on to Sergeant Jackson. He waited for dinner time in the hope that the Sergeant would come out of his tent to eat. However, the unit’s cook informed Mendez that the sergeant hadn't eaten for two days. The cook said he had left trays of food by his tent but when he came back to retrieve the trays the food hadn’t been eaten. When Mendez approached the sergeant’s tent and knocked on the tent door, he was once again greeted with Jackson’s gruff voice telling him to go away. If he didn’t know better Mendez would swear the Sergeant sounded intoxicated. “Sergeant, I need to talk with you about Cooper and O’brian. They both are acting weird,” Mendez spoke through the door. “Take care of it,” Jackson yelled back. Being the second in charge, Mendez had no choice but to handle it. He slowly walked back to his tent, when he suddenly had the feeling he was being watched.