Veni Vidi Vici USMC Jake

The tattoo across Jake’s chest reads: Veni Vidi Vici. It’s a quote made by Julius Caesar after one of his many battles, and it means ‘I came, I saw, I conquered.’ And from the minute I set my eyes on Jake, I knew he was going to be my next conquest. He’s a beefy USMC marine with some really great tattoos. That grabbed my attention. I know how much some of my viewers dig on tattoos, so my mind was working out how I could get this USMC marine and his Veni Vidi Vici on video. Oh, right, how I ran into Jake.

Guess I should explain that. I don’t get to the gym as much as I’d like, life and work have seriously been getting in the way, so when I dropped by imagine my surprise when I come across Jake, shirtless–yeah baby–pumping some iron. He’s a great looking guy and while I watched him I got a sneak peek at his dick under his loose fitting shorts. I had to keep myself from staring because I saw a glint of metal. He’s got a pierced cock. When he went in to shower I got to confirm that. Yep, pierced. That made me even more sure I was getting Mr. USMC marine Jake on film, no matter what!

I struck up a conversation by mentioning his tattoos. As it turned out all the guys in his squad got the same tattoo put somewhere on their bodie. They’d done it as a sort of unifying symbol after a skirmish with some Al Qaida in a small northern Afghan village. He didn’t say much more than that, but I got the impression one of his buddies was killed in the fighting from the sadness in his eyes. We talked a bit more and I invited him over to my place for a few beers, gave him the lure of the wide screen and sports, or movies.

Jake thought it over but passed. Not one to be easily discouraged I told him about a partythat weekend. Said some other former military guys would be there along with a bevy of unattached young ladies–I could tell the guy was arrow straight–and gave him my address. Saturday afternoon rolled around and there was Jake, chips and sodas in his arms dressed in camos and ready to party. And party he did, chatting up the girls, doing a stint as DJ. But by 2am everyone started heading home, Jake included. He came back in because he couldn’t find his keys. Truth, I didn’t take them. At 3am we both gave up the key hunt and I offered Jake a place to crash on the living room couch–I was at one of my apartments, not the big house–with the promise of key hunting in the morning. He stripped down to sleep, while I went off to get my gear ready.

I snuck back the room and started the camera up, liking how Jake looked in the nightvision. For some reason there are just guys who look even tastier in the odd glow of the night gear than they do in the light, and Jake turned out to be one of those kinds of men. I went to work because it was already going on 4 in the morning. I did a bit of film then started to touch his warm skin, his firm muscles. Jake felt great under my hand and the fact he had some nice curls on his chest made a sharp contrast to the majority of the men I’ve filmed who seem to go all ‘Queer Eye’ for their girls. I started to work the covers off of Jake, but he wakes up and I have to back off. I give it some time and try again with results.

This goes on for a while, until I’m frustrated as all hell, but damn it, he was the lightest sleeper I think I’ve ever encountered. Maybe it had something to do with him being recently returned from a war zone, or maybe it was just Jake. Anyway, frustrated with the whole thing, I set up the hidden camera and left it to roll. Good thing too, because it captured Jake jacking himself off. Ah, well, not every conquest is perfect, and I’ll be dreaming about the marine that got away, wishing for a chance to try again. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get the chance.