THE RECRUITER : PART 1

 

            A lot of people would say I peaked in high school and, at the time, I would have told you they were full of shit, but now that I’ve been out of high school for five years I’m starting to realize they were right. I never went to college and worked at the local Pizza Hut. I ate all day, delivered pizza at night and sat on my ass playing video games and watching porn until I fell asleep around 3AM. Every day was the same. I’d gained a shit ton of weight and hadn’t gotten laid in years and started to realize that I was going nowhere fast. No plans. No prospects. No respect. I was a hot mess and decided it was time to take drastic measures. That’s how I ended up in front of the recruitment center for the Marine Corps.

           My parents thought I was crazy, but were also excited at the idea of me finally moving out of the basement. I wasn’t totally sold on the idea and doubted I would survive basic because I was such a fat ass, but figured it was worth checking out, right?

            It was late when I walked in the front door and there was only one guy there. He looked like he was closing up shop for the day, rolling down the blinds as as I stepped in. He was exactly what you’d imagine a Marine to be, straight off the billboards. Tall, muscular with stern eyes and a shaved head. I was immediately intimidated as he looked me over, and I wanted to run for the door.

            “Hey man,” he said. “You looking to sign up?”

            I shrugged, not sure what to say at first and finally managed . . . “I was just curious and figured I’d check it out. Not really sure I’m Marine material.” I glanced down at my huge gut and mustard stained shirt. What the fuck was I doing here?

            “Well, have a seat and we can see what your options are. The Marines can change your life.” He flipped the OPEN SIGN around to CLOSED and lead me to a chair in the back of the room. He then took a seat across from me, leaning back. “Now, tell me why you’re really here.”

 

            “Well, I just figured . . . I don’t know . . .”

            “Come on, be honest with me. WHY are you here?” He smiled over at me with his steel blue eyes and I felt suddenly compelled to just put it all on the table.

            “I’m just tired of my life, tired of being me, I guess. I want to be proud of my life. I want to . . . I want to give a shit, you know?”

            “I know exactly what you mean,” he said. “We’ve all been there at one point or another. Hell, I used to be just like you.”

            “There’s no way you were like me.” He was a perfect male specimen. I couldn’t imagine he was EVER overweight.

            “I was miserable and, like you, I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t even think I would survive basic training . . . that’s why I optioned for Sector Seven Entry.”

            “What’s that?”

            “It’s a special program for a certain few who are a bit more . . . I don’t know . . . let’s say challenged.” He moved his hand over his crotch and smiled up at me. I had no clue what to say. “Think of it as a fast track. Everything you need to know and be is imprinted on you by a recruitment sponsor like myself.”

            “I don’t understand.” He rubbed his crotch a bit more, started to unlatch his belt. “What are you--”

            “Just hear me out.” He smiled up at me again with those eyes and I felt calm and suddenly at ease as he slowly stood, unzipped his pants a bit to reveal a hint of his cock. “The program has been in effect for years, but its not public knowledge. Everything you need is ingested from a recruitment sponsor. No basic. No testing. It’s almost instantaneous. If you agree to the program, you’ll walk out of here today a changed man . . . A Marine.”

            He unbuttoned his shirt, opened it and I found my eyes drifting down to his crotch.

            “No basic?” I asked. “How is that possible? I’m too fat to walk out of here a Marine. That’s not possible.”

            “You’ll walk out of here an entirely different man. Who you are will no longer exist. All you have to do is accept the program.” He lifted his shirt with his left arm to reveal a solid six pack, shaved smooth. He then reached down with his other hand and slid his pants farther down, revealing a gorgeous cock. It too was shaved smooth as he ran a thumb along the base of the shaft.

            I took in a long breath. “What do I have to do?”

            “Is this something you want?” He asked? “Do you want to be a Marine?”

            “Everything will be different? I’ll be different?”

            He smiled up at me. “A whole new man . . . a Marine.”

            “But how?”

            “I think you know how.” He moved his fingers up and down his shaft and raised an eyebrow. “All you have to do is say yes or no.”

            I sat there, staring at his huge cock, trying to decide whether I wanted to become a new man . . . or not.