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{Posted in Military Stuff, My Life, The Animals, Uncategorized on December 10th, 2015 by Scott }


That’s Alpha, my dog from the Marines. She was about 16 years old at the time that pic of her was taken at my family’s home in Princeton, New Jersey.

The second picture is a contemporary Teh Google Street View image of the entrance to my apartment building in Fuentebravia, Spain (I luvz me some Street View!). I shared the apartment with Chris Kelley and the orange arrow across from the building entrance marks the exact spot where I found Alpha back in late December of 1979.


She was a stray and had been clipped by a car and I heard her yelping and saw her from Chris’ bedroom as she ducked between two parked cars. I came downstairs to see if she needed help but she seemed OK, and after checking on her I walked over to a friend’s house a block away to visit.

Alpha spent my entire visit frantically running around my friend’s house, trying to get into the house via all the windows and doors.

When I left she followed me home and when we got to the foot of the stairs leading up to my apartment I told her that if she could get up the six flights of stairs to my apartment I’d take care of her. She was only about 4 months old at the time and had clearly never had to deal with stairs. I left my door open at the top of the stairs and for the next hour I heard her whining and struggling to climb the stairs.

When she made it through the door of the apartment she was soooooo happy. I fed her some pork slices in gravy from one of the two dozen cases of Marine Corps C-Rations that Chris, Corporal Joe Gordon, and I had recently “liberated” from the Marine Barracks storage shed.

For the next two years Alpha lived with me and Chris in our apartment when I was off duty and in my barracks room on base when I was on duty. She went out on patrol with me when I was on duty and she hung out with our other barracks dog, Stoner, both on duty and off.

In early 1981 Alpha gave birth to 9 puppies — all of which I delivered by myself, in my bed in our apartment and over a 12 hour period — and which I gave away to the Marines in the barracks.

All except one little beauty named Bitch, that is. She went to a pretty French girl named Maud Templeraud‚Äč.

In September of 1981, after two years together in Spain, I rotated back to the United States and brought Alpha with me.

She retired to a life of leisure at my family home in Princeton where she lived until 1996, dying of old age at 17.

She was one of the sweetest dogs ever.


{Posted in Marines, Military Stuff on November 10th, 2015 by Scott }



{Posted in Boys, Marines, Mil/Porn, Military Stuff, tattoos on August 16th, 2015 by Scott }



{Posted in Boys, Cock, Marines, Mil/Porn, Military Stuff on August 11th, 2015 by Scott }






{Posted in Friends, Marines, Military Stuff, My Life on June 11th, 2015 by Scott }

Teh Google and Teh Interwebs are, by and large, pretty amazing and incredibly helpful.

Although, sometimes they make me sad.

I found this grave of a friend of mine from the Marines — located in Harrisville, WV — last night via the website Find A Grave.


Dave and I met at the United States Marine Corps School of Infantry at Camp Pendleton, California back in October of 1979. His bunk was right next to mine in our platoon squadbay and we glommed onto each other almost immediately.

He and I had a weird, love/hate relationship from the start. On weekends we’d go to either Oceanside or San Diego, get a hotel room, drop acid or get roaring drunk, and have crazy sex. But he was also by turns enraging and argumentative and I’d frequently want to beat the shit out of him — which I did on several occasions.

After infantry school we were both assigned a two year tour of duty in Spain where our relationship — both the good and the bad — intensified. He was, at just 18 years of age, a year younger than I and I outranked him and he was frequently argumentative, disrespectful, and just plain stupid. Very much like a spouse.

In 1981 I rotated back to the States in order to do a tour with the Fleet Marine Forces where I spent time at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, Korea, and a year in Japan. Dave finished out his enlistment in Spain and in 1982 got honorably discharged and went home to West Virginia. Where just two weeks after being discharged from the Marines he killed himself in a fiery car crash — the result of driving his beloved Camaro while drunk.

He had just turned 21 years old.



{Posted in Boys, Marines, Mil/Porn, Military Stuff, tattoos on February 14th, 2015 by Scott }



{Posted in Boys, Jockstraps, Mil/Porn, Military Stuff on February 4th, 2015 by Scott }