Full Metal Penetration

Marine-Grade 🍆 Destroyed My Civilian Ass

I’m sharing a collection of micro-erotica—bite-sized stories under 1,000 words. Think of them as fleeting moments, tantalizing glimpses into worlds I’ve started to create but haven’t yet finished.

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The air reeked of sweat, gun oil, and testosterone. I hadn’t planned on coming to the base’s dive bar tonight, but something told me I needed to get out of my head, and maybe into someone else’s bed. Or locker room. I wasn’t picky.

He walked in like he owned the place. Combat boots heavy against the concrete, camo pants hugging those thick thighs, and that black tank barely containing his sculpted chest. Crew cut. Square jaw. Scar running from his ear to his jawline like a goddamn battle medal. A walking, talking hard-on. My eyes tracked him from across the room, glass halfway to my lips.

He looked straight at me. Didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just nodded once. A command.

I followed.

Out back. Past the dumpsters and the flickering security light. He shoved me against the wall before I could even speak. “You looking to serve tonight, pretty boy?” His voice was low, gritty, and soaked in sin.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed.

“Strip.”

I obeyed so fast it made me dizzy. Cold concrete kissed my back, my ass, my thighs as I pulled off everything and stood there, bare and aching. He didn’t undress. He just unzipped, thick cock already semi, veins bulging, heavy balls swinging low.

He spat into his palm, slicked himself, and pressed the fat tip against my hole. “No foreplay. Soldiers don’t coddle.” One brutal thrust, and I gasped, back arched, nails clawing at brick. He was inside me, deep and raw, tearing me open like he was conquering new land.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch.”

I did. I wanted it. Needed it.

He grabbed my throat with one hand, pinning me while his other slapped my ass, each thrust sending echoes off the walls. The sound of skin on skin, grunts, moans, and the wet suck of my hole swallowing him.

“You ever get fucked by a Marine, boy?”

“N-no, sir.”

“You have now.”

He pulled out only to spin me around, forcing me to my knees. I opened my mouth without being told. He fed it to me, thick shaft coated in my own juices. I gagged, drool spilling down my chin, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

“You’re a good little mess. Gonna remember this every time you sit down for a week.”

He yanked me up, bent me over a stack of crates, and drove into me again—deeper this time. Harder. Like I was his own personal field mission.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted. “You ready to get pumped full of military-grade protein?”

“Please, sir. Fucking breed me.”

He grunted and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed. Hot jets of cum flooded me, and I moaned like a slut, clenching around him, milking every drop.

He pulled out slowly, watched his load leak down my thighs. “You’re dismissed.”