Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 18:45:14 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 13

Disclaimer: This is a story. I didn't live it - even though I wished I
had. It is purely for enjoyment. It's another of my "Marine" stories. Some
guys wonder why I keep writing about Marines. Besides the fact that they
epitomize masculinity to me, beyond the fact that they are just about the
raunchiest guys I've ever known, there is another reason.

These brave warriors are often the first defense against any enemy of my
country and my way of life. Throughout the history of this country, the
Marine Corps has produced more, oftentimes unsung, heros than any other
fighting force. And I don't know about you, but contrary to Whitney
Houston's song, my need for a hero has always been fulfilled by The Few,
The Proud, The Marines. Semper Fi!

I wish to acknowledge two people who's assistance with this story was
invaluable. First of all, Kris, who is a great writer in her own right.

And

Second, but not least, a real Marine and a beautiful man - Rich, who will
always be Jeff to me.

MARINE HERO
by RimPig (c) 2004

Chapter Thirteen - The 'Family' Finds A Home

It was almost two weeks before Dad and Rusty called me one afternoon and
told me that they had found something that they wanted Jeff and I to take a
look at. I called Jeff at work and told him that Dad and Rusty had found
something and that they were coming over after work to take us to see
it. Jeff was obviously as excited as I was. Since that night that Dad and
Rusty had first broached the subject of us living together, I'd become much
more comfortable with the idea!  Especially the idea of us being a
'family'. Jeff was right. It was my fondest dream to be a part of a family
- especially one in which my Dad was a part! This had been my dream all of
my life and now it had come true but in ways that I would never have
dreamed!

I know a lot of people would consider the relationship between me and Dad
to be 'sick' or 'perverted' and I'd almost agree if it were based on
nothing but sex or if there was any coercion (either physical,
psychological or emotional) involved. But none of this was true! The fact
of the matter is that, just as little straight boys go through a "Oedipal"
stage, being sexually and emotionally attracted to their mothers, little
gay boys go through the same stage but the object of their lust and
affection is that most important male in their life - Daddy. And just as it
is said that little girls often 'marry their fathers' and little boys
'marry their mothers' - each finding mates with the same traits or values
of the adored parent, so do little gay boys often seek out men like their
fathers.

In my case, because my Dad was not part of my life until I was grown, I had
no way of going through these stages, except in fantasy. I constantly
fantasized what my 'Daddy' would be like, how big, how strong, how manly!
Little did I know that my fantasy was so close to the reality of him! And
yet not close at all. I could not imagine the incredible love that he would
feel for me - and show to me! The fact that I was gay and he was, above all
else, an incredibly physically attractive and masculine male made it an
almost foregone conclusion that I would be physically attracted to
him. And, I guess because we had no prior history or relationship, Dad did
not see me as just his son. He had no pictures of me in his mind as a
screaming baby or a toddler. No memories of my 'growing up' years. When Dad
saw me for the first time I was 18 and a well- developed young male - a
male at the peak of his sexual prowess and attractiveness to some. As a gay
male, it would have been ludicrous not to expect Dad to find me sexually
attractive! After all, I heavily favored him. It would almost be like
having sex with his younger self!

The taboo against father/son incest has to do, first of all, with the heavy
emotional/psychological tole that is experienced by the boy if he feels
'overpowered' or 'forced' into sexual relations with the father. Let me
quickly say that this was definitely NOT the case with Dad and me! Indeed,
had it not happened, I'm the one who probably would have 'forced' or
'coerced' it! The other reason for the taboo is the 'breakdown' of
'authority' within the family when 'Parent' becomes 'Lover'. Since Dad had
never been a 'Parent' to me and, even now, really reacted as much as an
older, protective friend and lover than as a 'Parent', this so-called
'breakdown' just didn't apply to our relationship. I loved my Dad. More
importantly, I respected my Dad for who and what he was. The fact that he
was incredible sex did not diminish these feelings but actually enhanced
them.

Add to this that Dad was, himself gay and, therefore, could not only fully
understand my feelings for him, for Jeff and for Rusty, but could be a rich
source of support for me in the expression of those feelings. To me, the
relationship that I had with Dad - emotionally, physically and
psychologically - was the best thing that ever happened in my life!
Well...other than finding Jeff!

Jeff had been home for a little while when Dad and Rusty got there. I tried
to get them to tell me something about what they had found but neither
would give us any information.

"We don't want to spoil it for you, son, or for you, Jeff. We want you both
to see it first." Dad said.

Dad and Rusty drove in Dad's truck and we followed in my Miata with Jeff
driving. What I didn't understand, however, was where we were going. Dad
and Rusty drove into an older residential neighborhood filled with rather
good sized homes in the style of the ones that Frank Lloyd Wright built so
many of in California - two stories with large front porches and most with
detached garages behind. The neighborhood was filled with trees and
foliage, indicating these homes had been here for a long time, some perhaps
for several generations. I noticed that all of the homes had a well-kept
look about them with manicured yards and many with seemingly new paint
jobs.

At first I figured that the apartment building must be at the edge of the
neighborhood but, instead, Dad and Rusty drove into the drive way of one of
the larger homes which had a 'For Sale' sign in front of it. Jeff
maneuvered the car into the drive way beside them - it was plenty wide
enough for two cars and I could see that the garage behind was made for
four cars with four garage doors.  It was also two stories and appeared to
have an apartment above the garages. I figured this was what Dad and Rusty
had found but I didn't see how the garage apartment could be big enough for
the four of us - and would the new owners want to rent to us?

"Dad, do you think that apartment is big enough?" I called to him as we all
got out of our vehicles in the driveway.

"Big enough for what, son?" Dad asked, grinning.

"Well...for the four of us." I said.

Like, duh! Dad!

"Oh, fuck no! That would make a great apartment either for one person or
two people very much in love. Way too small for the four of us." he
grinned.

"Well, why are we here then?" I asked, thoroughly confused by now.

"Because of this!" Dad said, sweeping his arm toward the house.

"Dad, this is a house! Not an apartment!" I insisted.

"Well, you don't need glasses." Dad laughed and Rusty joined him. "It's the
house we wanted you both to see."

"But, Dad! This place is for sale! Not for rent!" I said.

"Well...I'll tell you about that, son. Rusty and I have been talking this
over and, you see, renting is just putting your money in somebody else's
pocket. Basically, flushing it down the toilet. The best thing is to
own. It's less expensive and you have an investment. So, we decided that it
would be better if we all bought a place, rather than just rent one." Dad
said.

I looked at Jeff, begging him with my eyes to say something.

"Uhh...you're right. But we don't have any money to buy a house." Jeff told
Dad.

"You don't need any. Rusty and I have enough money put away to take care of
the down payment. Then we'll all split the mortgage payments and the
maintenance and upkeep." Dad said.

"But, Dad! Houses cost a LOT of money!" I said.

"Well, actually this one doesn't. You see, it's the home of the first
Colonel I ever served under in his regiment. He passed away a couple of
years ago and his widow can't keep the house up herself. They didn't have
any children and she wants to move into a small retirement community so
she's very willing to let us have the house at a really good price. She'd
rather see it go to a Marine or, rather, Marines, than anybody." Dad said.

Rusty quoted us a price that was so unbelievably low for a house this size
I could hardly believe it!

"Now, we should tell you, the house has not had the care an maintenance
that it should have had since her husband died, but we think it is
basically sound. We'll have inspectors out here to make sure but we really
don't expect any nasty surprises." Rusty said.

"But this is WAY more than we ever expected!" I said and Jeff nodded
agreement with me.

"Well...yeah. I know that son, but, you see, if we're gonna be a family,
then a family needs a home. And this is a great home!" Dad said. "We
couldn't find a deal like this again in 100 years!  Come on, let me show
you around it!"

We went up the steps of the house and Dad rang the bell. Beautiful chimes
rang out and the door was opened by a small, elderly woman who smiled when
she saw my Dad and Rusty.

"Well, welcome back, Sergeants! I see you brought the boys with you!" she
said.

"Yes, ma'am. This here's my son, Mike. He's studying at the local college
and this is his friend, Jeff, who you can see is in the Corps as well." Dad
said. "Boys, this is Mrs. Anderson."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Jeff said.

"Yes, it's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Anderson." I said.

"Well, you boys come on in. I guess you want to show them the house, Mike?"
she asked Dad.

"Yes, ma'am." Dad said.

"Well, you go on and do that. And while you're at it, I'll fix some
coffee." Mrs. Anderson said.

"Please don't go to any trouble on our account, Ma'am." Rusty said.

"It's no trouble at all! It brings back old times when the officers and men
under my husbands command would come and visit." she said and I could see
her eyes somewhat mist over in memories.

"Where should we start?" Dad asked.

"Oh, start anywhere you like." Mrs. Anderson said as she walked down the
hall, evidently towards the kitchen.

"Well, let's start upstairs with the bedrooms." Dad said, starting to climb
the stair with Rusty right behind him.

The upstairs was divided into four bedrooms opening on a common hallway. At
the end of the hall way was a large bathroom with a huge, claw-foot tub. I
guess my eyes got as big as saucers when I saw it because Dad chuckled.

"Yeah, I bet I know what you're thinkin' about that!" he grinned.

"You got that right!" I grinned back. I could just see the piss play that
could go on in something so large.

Hell! It was big enough for Jeff and I to take a bath in it together!

The bedrooms were good sized as well.

"I was thinkin' that we could take the two on this side and knock out the
wall between them and make one large bedroom for the four of us. We could
figure out later what to do with the other two - maybe guest rooms or maybe
an office/den for you to do your studying in." Dad said to me.

I nodded and then Dad led us back downstairs. This time, he took a small
doorway under the stairs and opened it. We went down a staircase and
entered a large, unfinished basement under the house. There was a washer
and dryer as well as a large stationary tub down there but there was a lot
of unused space beyond the laundry area. Dad showed us a doorway that had a
small room with just a toilet in it. There was also a shower against the
wall outside the toilet.

"I figured we could expand that shower to make it big enough for...oh, say,
five or six guys?"  Dad grinned.

"You planning on parties?" I laughed.

"Well, hell yes! Once we get this basement finished and turned into a large
'family room', you might say." Dad grinned.

I liked the way Dad thought!

We went back upstairs. Dad showed us on the main floor that there were a
large living room and large study/library and across a the large cental
hall/foyer, a formal dining room with a very large kitchen beyond.  We
found Mrs. Anderson with coffee set up there on a large, farm-style table.

"Oh! Wow! This kitchen is huge! That's great!" I enthused.

Finally a kitchen like I was used to cooking in. I was in love with this
house!

"Do you cook, Mike?" Mrs. Anderson asked me.

"Yes, ma'am. I love to cook." I said.

"And he's really a good one!" Dad said and Rusty nodded his ascent.

"I should be! I was trained by some very good professionals!" I said.

"Oh, did you go to school for it?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"No, ma'am. I grew up with it." I said.

Dad explained how I was raised by my mother and wealthy grandfather,
leaving out what those two disgusting people had done to me and my Dad,
keeping us apart and giving me no love.

"I learned from my grandfather's cooks. They were really excellent and they
trained me well." I said.

"Well, it's a good thing that one of you can cook!" Mrs. Anderson
smiled. "I know all too well how Marines can eat! But I've met very few of
them that could cook worth a damn! Unless they were Marine chefs, that is."

"Did you show them the verandas, Sergeant?" Mrs. Anderson asked Dad.

"No, ma'am. I was going to show them the one here." Dad said.

There were french door in the kitchen leading out to a large, screen
enclosed veranda with a table large enough to sit four adults making it an
outdoor dining room.

"The Colonel and I used to love to have breakfast out here and dinner in
the nice weather as well." Mrs. Anderson told us. "There's another smaller
veranda off the study where we would have drinks before dinner or,
sometimes, afternoon tea. The Colonel was stationed in London for several
years at the Embassy there. We got quite used to having afternoon tea."

"You've led an extraordinary life." I said to her.

"Well, that happens when you fall in love with a Marine! They can be
stationed almost anywhere on the globe. I was lucky that we didn't have any
children because, except for when he was at war, I could go with him on his
many postings." she said.

"The Colonel saw action, ma'am?" I asked.

"Oh, yes! In Viet Nam, when he was a young second lieutenant, Grenada and
in Operation Desert Storm." she said.

"You must have been very worried for him during those times." I said
quietly, thinking how I would feel if Jeff was at war.

"Oh, my! Yes! Even though he wasn't in the fighting itself, it was still
very worrying. But that's part of loving a Marine as well. You must never
forget that they are Warriors. Reluctant warriors.  I've never know men
more dedicated to peace than the Marines I've known." Mrs. Anderson said.

"That's because we really know the horror of war, ma'am. We know it's
something to be avoided, except as a last resort. Unfortunately,
politicians don't understand that and the Marines have been called on too
many times in our history to go and shed their life's blood in useless
battles and skirmishes." Rusty said, quietly.

"That's how the Colonel felt about Viet Nam, Sergeant. In fact, your words
were almost a direct quote of his - except you left out several colorful
expletives!" she smiled.

"The Colonel was a great man and a great commander, ma'am." Dad said. "It
was truly an honor to serve under him."

Mrs. Anderson smiled at Dad and put her hand on his arm.

"That's why I know he would have loved for you all to have this house. This
is a 'Marine Corps' house and should house Marines!" she said.

"Well, what do you think, boys?" Dad said, smiling at us.

"It's not really our decision, sir." Jeff said.

"Yes, it is. We're all going to live here and we're going to own this
together. It is as much as your and my son's decision as it is Rusty and
mine." Dad informed him.

"Then, I think it is a wonderful house and I would love to live here!" Jeff
said, grinning.

"Me, too, Dad! It is the perfect home!" I said.

"Well, Mrs. Anderson, there's your answer. You'd better think about packing
because you just sold your house!" Dad said grinning at the widow.

"Oh, that does make me so happy! I wanted the house to go to someone who
would love it the way the Colonel and I did! And, the fact that you are
Marines makes it just perfect!" she said, her eyes lighting up.

"So, let's celebrate! The coffee's ready and I have a surprise for you!"
she said heading back into the kitchen.

We all followed her where she set the coffee in a thermal pot on the table
and then brought out a large cake covered with white icing and coconut.

"I baked this today and didn't quite know why! It was the Colonel's
favorite, Coconut-Lemon Cake. I hope you like it!" she said, setting the
cake on the table.

"It looks beyond delicious!" Rusty said, smiling.

And it turned out to be! It was one of the most delicious cakes I'd ever
tasted. Each of us loved it and I even got Mrs. Anderson to give me her
recipe for it!

It took about 60 days to close and get all the paperwork done on the
house. Because she was all alone, we ended up helping to pack up
Mrs. Anderson so that she could move. There was so much that she couldn't
take with her and so Rusty 'drafted' some of his company to help us hold a
'garage' or 'tag' sale (as they say in California). Mrs. Anderson made
almost a thousand dollars from that! She insisted on having all of the
Marines who had helped with the sale stay to dinner.  It was a grand day
and we all had fun.

At the closing, all four of us signed as the new 'owners' of the house
while Mrs. Anderson looked on. Afterwards we all went out to lunch together
to a nice restaurant. It was while we were having lunch that Mrs. Anderson
shocked us all.

"We didn't have any children, but that didn't mean that the house wasn't
full of love. It was. I loved my husband and he loved me. I know he
wouldn't have understood it, but I can see a lot of love between you
boys. The same kind of love that the Colonel and I had for so many
years. I'm glad that the house will continue to be filled with that love."
she said.

The four of us looked at one another. I didn't know what to say! I decided
that maybe it was up to Dad or Rusty to say something. But they didn't. It
surprised me, and I'm not really sure why I was, but it was Jeff that
answered her.

"There will be enough love to fill the house and surround anyone who comes
there. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that I hope you'll be
one of the people who does." Jeff said.

"Yes, ma'am. We do hope that you'll come and visit us." Dad said and we all
nodded agreement.

"I'd like that! I find I miss terribly all the young Marines around me. You
know, it's funny, I know that my husband was a tough, no-nonsense man. And
yet, it seemed that whenever a young Marine - officer or enlisted man - was
in trouble and needed someone to talk to, it was always the Colonel that
they turned to." she said.

"Well, ma'am...Marines above all respect toughness. Especially when it's
coupled with fairness.  >From what I knew of your husband, he had both in
abundance." Rusty said.

"That's right, ma'am. You know your husband had a nick-name, 'TA'." Dad
said.

"Oh, yes! I knew about it. The Colonel did, too, though he never let on."
Mrs. Anderson said.

"Did you know what it stood for?" Dad asked.

"Well, I knew it was more than his initials, Thomas Anderson, but I never
tried to find out what it meant for fear that it might be a little
embarrassing." she smiled.

"There was nothing embarrassing about it, ma'am. It stood for 'Total
Aggression'. When your husband encountered an obstacle, whether on the
field of battle on in the bureaucracy of the military, that's how he
attacked it - with Total Aggression! Many the young Marine who owed your
husband for getting them out of jams, getting them home to a wife about to
give birth or any number of things. Tough, yes ma'am! He was tough. But the
men saw that he was just as tough on himself as he was on them." Dad said.

By the time that he'd said this, I could see tears welling up in
Mrs. Anderson's eyes.

"I remember how many sleepless nights he would spend, worrying about his
men. Trying to find solutions to problems that they had brought him or even
the problems that they, themselves, had caused within the command. He tried
very hard never to lose a Marine - either on the battlefield or from the
Corps. He loved the Marine Corps. I never, ever wanted to know whether he
loved me or the Corps better! I was afraid of the answer!" and at this she
smiled. "But if your husband is going to have a 'mistress', the Marine
Corps is about the best I think you can hope for."

I smiled at this, having both a career Marine for a father and a lover who
served the Corps as well.

We finished lunch and then went to the house. Because her apartment was so
small, and most of the furnishings for the house were massive pieces,
Mrs. Anderson had given us as much of the furniture downstairs as we
wanted. She took the bedroom set from her and her former husband's bedroom
but the one of the other bedrooms upstairs had been set up as a guest room
and the furniture was still there. She'd also left all of the furniture in
the study as well as a lot of the books, since they were on military
subjects and she felt that we would be more interested in them than she
would. She took the memorabilia that her husband had collected on his many
tours of duty but the desk and bookcases remained. All of the appliances,
including the washer and dryer in the basement, were still in place.

We had decided that we would go ahead with the remodeling of the basement
first, creating what would be a 'play space' for the four of us. The
opening of the bedrooms had been pushed back to the second phase of the
remodeling. But, in the mean time, we had purchased bedroom suites for the
two rooms, with king sized beds. These two suites were to be delivered that
afternoon. The delivery van arrived soon after we did and the two bedrooms
upstairs were quickly set up. I had already bought things like sheets,
pillow cases, pillows, towels and blankets for the beds and these were
waiting at the apartment.

After the bedrooms were set up, we went back to Jeff and my apartment and
within an hour, we had both Jeff and Dad's truck loaded and were moving to
the new house. I didn't realize how little 'stuff' that Jeff and I had
until we started packing. The kitchen had the most boxes but it only took
Jeff and I about two hours to pack everything we owned.

After we unloaded Dad's truck, he and Rusty took off for the base to their
barracks to collect their things. Everything that they owned fit into one
truck. So we were all quickly moved into the house. While they were getting
their things, Jeff and I moved ours in, unpacked (which took less time than
to pack) and then headed to the grocery store to pick up something special
for dinner that night. I did a standing rib roast to celebrate our new
home.

We also bought a couple of bottles of champagne and there was a lot of
'toasting' going on and all of us, by the end of dinner were pleasantly
relaxed and feeling no pain. In fact, it became evident quickly that what
all of us were feeling was - HORNY!

By mutual consent, we all went upstairs to Dad and Rusty's bedroom for the
'first round'. We quickly stripped and I reached over and began stroking
Rusty's hard cock. He reached for me and we ended up on the bed in a
sixty-nine - but rather than sucking each other's cocks, we were happily
smelling and eating each other's ripe buttholes. The scent of Rusty's
sweat, musk and ass juices were sending me into a sexual frenzy as I drove
my tongue deeper and deeper into his warm, ripe hole. Added to this was the
fact that Rusty's tongue, digging in my own shit-chute was setting my ass
on fire! I soon needed to be fucked and fucked HARD!

Dad and Jeff stood watching us and gently playing with each other's cocks
as Rusty and I put on quite a raunchy show for them. Finally, they moved
onto the bed, Dad in front of me and Jeff behind me. Rusty and I moved down
to where we were sucking on each other's cocks and I watched as Dad began
sliding his cock into Rusty's wet ass at the same time I could feel Jeff's
cock sliding into mine! We were all so horny from the champagne, the
excitement of the purchase of our own home and, above all, our love for
each other that it took almost no time at all for the four of us to begin
dumping our heavy loads of man-scum into willing throats and asses! I don't
even remember who went first! It was almost as if we all four came
simultaneously!

Dad pulled out of Rusty and Jeff pulled out of me. Then Dad moved behind me
and Jeff moved in front of me. They got down and sucked each other's loads
out of our asses. I watched as Jeff eagerly ate out Rusty's butt and then,
when he'd gotten as much of Dad's cum as he could draw from Rusty's
shit-hole, he locked his mouth to mine and shared the ass flavored load of
Dad's cum with me! None of us however, collapsed. We were quickly re-loaded
and ready to go again.

"Okay, before we get at it again, anybody need to piss?" Dad asked.

The three of us - Jeff, Rusty and me - all raised our hands.

"Well, I know the person who is the biggest piss-pig among us and there's a
tub down the hall big enough for him to get in and for us to stand around
and give him the piss-bath of his life!"  Dad said, looking straight at me!

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed and headed out the door to the bathroom down
the hall, quickly followed by the other three, all laughing at my
eagerness.

I quickly lay down in the huge claw-footed tub and Dad, Rusty and Jeff
stood around it - Dad at my feet, Rusty at the middle and Jeff above my
head.

"Okay, Marines! PRESENT! ARMS!" Dad shouted out.

They all grabbed their cocks.

"AIM!" Dad shouted again.

They all pointed their long, thick pissers at me!

"MARINES! FIRE AT WILL!" Dad shouted.

And with this, I was suddenly hit by three hot, hard piss-streams!

I rose up, opening my mouth and tasting each one of them in turn - Jeff
first, then Rusty, then Dad! All the time being drenched with more piss at
one time than I'd ever had before! It was heaven! A real 'piss-shower'! All
that champagne and beer we'd had before and during dinner was raining down
on me and I was loving every second of it! And it went on for some time!

As their piss streams finally began to die out, each other them leaned over
the tub and began to lick different parts of me, tasting each other's
piss. Then Dad looked down at me.

"GRUNT! DO YOU NEED TO PISS?" he shouted

"SIR! YES, SIR!" I shouted back in my best imitation of a Marine recruit.

"GRUNT! PISS WHEN READY!" Dad shouted.

I grabbed my cock and pointed it straight up, letting loose of my hot
stream. Each of the three leaned over and shared my hot, man-piss - each of
them drinking from the fountain of piss pouring from my cock. The rest of
my piss coming down to wet me even further as I lay in a pool of their
warm, yellow piss. All in all, it was one hot, wet experience!

I stood up in the tub and let most of the piss stream off my body and then
pulled the stopper on the tub and let the piss flow down the drain, running
water to rinse out the tub as well.

"Do you need to dry off?" Rusty asked.

"No need. I put rubber sheets and mattress protectors on both beds so we
can get them wet with no harm. I figured with this crowd, it was safer that
way!" I laughed.

"Okay, then let's move this party to our bed!" Jeff exclaimed and we all
trooped down the hall again, this time to Jeff and my room.

"So what's next?" Dad asked.

"Well...funny you should ask!" Rusty said, provocatively.

"Yeah? What raunchy, sleazy thing have you got in mind, lover?" Dad grinned
at him.

"Well, I know that you and Mikey have fucked each other but I know
something you two have never done!" Rusty said.

"What?" Dad and I asked together.

"You've never fucked together!" Rusty grinned broadly.

"You mean...?!" I exclaimed.

"That's right! I want you both in my hole, fucking me together!" Rusty
announced gleefully.

"Fuck, yeah!" I said.

"Hot Damn!" Dad said.

"What about me?!" Jeff said, faking being hurt at being left out.

"Oh, sugar! I have a 'special' place for you!" I want you bent over so I
can eat that beautiful, ripe man-butt of yours while your lover and his
Daddy fuck my brains out!" Rusty announced.

"Fuck, yeah!" Jeff laughed.

"How do you want us, lover?" Dad asked.

Rusty quickly arranged us. He had Dad lay down on the bed and then Rusty
greased up his ass and Dad's cock with lube. He handed me the bottle to
grease up my pole as he climbed aboard Dad's hard cock, sinking down in one
felled swoop. He rode up and down on Dad's manhood a couple of times and
then slammed all the way down so that he was sitting on Dad's pelvis. He
then began moving his hips, stirring Dad's cock in his guts to really open
him up. He then looked over at me.

"You ready, tiger?!" he said, his eyes gleaming with horniness.

"Fuck, yeah! Lemme at that hole!" I said eagerly.

Rusty bent over, holding most of Dad's cock in his hole while I climbed on
the bed and got over Dad's legs behind Rusty. At the same time, I saw Jeff
get on the bed and kneel over Dad's head.  It would seem, however, that Dad
was going to add a variation to Rusty's directions. As Jeff bent over to
present his ripe, sweaty ass-trench to Rusty eager mouth, I could see Dad
reaching up and pulling down Jeff's hard cock to suck on. My lover was
going to be getting it both ways - a tongue in his ass and a mouth around
his cock at the same time.

I lined up my cock with Dad's and slowly pushed into Rusty's eagerly
expanding hole. The feeling of Dad's cock against mine was incredible! But
not nearly as incredible as knowing this was my Dad's cock that mine was
rubbing against up Rusty's tight, hot hole! We both began to fuck Rusty,
finding the right rhythm quite easily, with Dad's cock sliding back just as
mine was sliding in. Rusty was moaning into Jeff's ass and Jeff was loudly
announcing the things that were being done to him!

"Fuck! Yeah! Eat my fuckin' ass! That's it! Shove that tongue all the way
up my shithole! Yeah!  Suck my fuckin' cock! Lemme shove this fucker all
the way down your cocksucking throat!" Jeff was all but yelling as I
continued to pound my cock in and out of Rusty's talented ass!

"Ahh, FUCK!!! I love this ass! I love the feeling of your cock rubbing
mine, Dad! Yeah! Fuckin' your hole! Fuckin' your cock lovin' hole!" I
screamed out as I fucked Rusty with my Dad!

This time I know who went first - it was Jeff and he was screaming!

"EAT MY COCK!!! SWALLOW MY LOAD!!! YEAH!!! SUCK ON MY ASS!!!" he screamed
as he pumped spurt after spurt of his hot load down Dad's eagerly sucking
throat and Rusty buried his tongue in Jeff's butt.

I was next, not being able to take any more of the dual stimulation of
Rusty's hot hole and Dad's huge, hard cock!

"FUCK!!! I'M CUMMIN'!!! I'M CUMMIN' IN YOUR ASS!!!" I screamed out as I
began to dump my cum load in Rusty's guts.

Next was Dad, who merely grunted loudly, his cock and throat full of my
lover's cock! Then Rusty, his face still buried in Jeff's ass which muffled
his groans but I could feel his ass clenching around the two cocks shooting
in his butt, dumping his load of cum all over Dad.

This time, we all but did collapse. We lay on the bed, Rusty and Jeff in
each other's arms and me in Dad's.

"Mmm! Daddy! You smell so good!" I murmured.

"You mean I stink good, don'tcha , son?" Dad chuckled.

"You know exactly what I mean!" I grinned.

I loved when Daddy was all sweaty and funky with raunch and mansex!

"You smell really good yourself, son! I can still smell our piss on you!"
Dad smiled.

After a while, we all recovered and, as sure as the day follows the night -
we all were hard again!

"Okay, what this time?!" Dad laughed.

"Well..." I said.

"Okay, out with it, pig-boy!" Dad laughed.

"I'm bettin' that Rusty would really like to be fisted now that he's all
opened up." I said.

"You fuckin' got that right!" Rusty roared with laughter.

"And Jeff still hasn't been fucked so, this is what I figure. I want to
fuck Jeff while he sucks Rusty off - while Rusty's gettin' fisted by Dad!"
I said.

"So how does your dear old Dad get off?" he asked.

"You work your cock up Rusty's ass while you're fisting him and jack
yourself off in side of him!" I exclaimed.

Jeff, Rusty and Dad all looked at each other.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Rusty said and they all laughed.

They got into position with Dad greasing up his hand and starting to work
it up his lover's ass.  They'd evidently been doing this on a regular basis
because Dad's hand quickly disappeared up his lover's butt. Jeff bent over
Rusty from the side, taking Rusty's hard cock in his mouth and sucking on
it while Dad worked Rusty's hole with his fist. I got down and started
eating Jeff's butt which still was ripe even after being eaten by Rusty in
the last round. He slowly opened up to me and I then greased up his hole
but god. I greased up my cock and soon had it stashed up his shithole,
replacing my mouth and tongue.

I watched as Dad slid his cock into Rusty's butt along with his hand and
could see the movements of his wrist as he began jacking off up inside his
lover's butt. I could tell that Jeff was watching this exhibition as well
because his sucking became more frantic and his butt tightened around my
cock.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! Shove that fist deep in my butt! Yeah! Fuckin' shoot your
load in my ass, lover!" Rusty moaned.

"Yeah, slut! You love my fist and my cock up your hungry shit-chute,
don'tcha?! You love it pig! You've got a real hungry pig-ass, boy!" Dad
groaned at his lover.

"Yeah! I'm a fuckin' ass-pig! Fist my butt! Jack-off up my butt!" Rusty
groaned.

That was all I could take. I started shooting my load up Jeff's butt and
could feel his ass tighten around my cock as he shot onto the bed. Rusty's
cum was unloading in Jeff's mouth and Dad was obviously blowing a load deep
in Rusty's bowels. The sounds of masculine groans and expletives filled the
room until we all collapsed in a heap on the bed and were all soon sound
asleep.

The End of Chapter Thirteen of MARINE HERO

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