Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 18:37:23 -0800
From: male_excite@hotmail.com
Subject: Paul, the Marine

It was the fall of my eighth grade year, just 13-1/2 when I met Paul.
Paul was a friend of my brother-in-law Mike, who was in the Navy, and
Paul was in the Marine Corps.  Paul was 27, 5'10", 185, hairy chested
and sported a nice Tom Selleck moustache.

My bother-in-law used to give me old Hustler and Penthouse magazines to
read and look through.  I had to promise not to tell my folks and I had
to also promise to "hide" the magazines.

About 3 weeks before I met Paul, I learned how to masturbate -- so I was
pretty new to sex. I didn't pay much attention to Paul at first.  But, I
knew I had homosexual desires.  I loved reading stores about guys and
girls fucking and paid particular attention to what the man was doing.
In magazines, I'd pay particular attention to the guy and his cock.

I don't remember how it happened, but Paul began staying with my family
(mom, dad, little brother, and myself -- older sister was married and
moved out) and Paul began sleeping in our camper on our driveway.

One day near Thanksgiving, my family took a ride up to some property
that my mom and dad owned.  We took the camper.  Paul came with us.  My
brother and I had gathered mistletoe from the Oak trees.  We would
package the mistletoe, tie a red ribbon around the package and sell the
mistletoe to earn Christmas money in front of the mall across the street
from our house.  We had gathered quite a bit of mistletoe while we were
there on the property that day.

On the way back home, my brother rode in the cab of the camper with my mom
and dad.  This never, ever happened -- and as I recall, he never rode there
again -- except on this particular day.  I was in the part of the camper
which, hangs over the cab.  I was lying down watching the road.  Paul was
up there with me too.  We started talking about sex.  He asked me if I'd
ever seen a Playgirl magazine.  I had a few months previous, but I lied as
I was thought Paul knew that I had - but that he was testing me or
something.

He then asked me if I'd ever seen a guy naked.  I said "no."  Paul asked if
I would like to.  I said, "ok."  Paul got down in the kitchen part of the
camper and took out his dick.  It was an average sized dick.  Paul asked me
if I'd like to touch it.  I said "yes".  Paul climbed back up where I was
and I touched his dick.  He asked me to suck him.  I didn't really want to.
So Paul started sucking on me.  I was really nervous and I did not enjoy
it.  Paul asked me to suck him again and I did.  Just after a few seconds,
Paul came in my mouth and I spit the spunk out onto my dad's pajamas.  Paul
made me promise never to tell my mom and dad.

A few days later, Paul and I got together again.  This time it was in my
brother clubhouse in our garage.  We locked the door from the inside.  Paul
laid on the carpet of my brother's clubhouse and I sucked him off.  Paul's
cock fit nicely into my mouth.  I jerked off as I sucked Paul.  It was the
first time I ever tasted cum.  But, I didn't really taste it because Paul's
cock fit well in my mouth - just at the beginning of my throat and his cum
just slid down to my esophagus.

Another time, my family, Paul and I went to the drive-in theater.  My
mom, dad, and bro went in our station wagon.  Paul and I took his MG and
parked right next to the station wagon.  While mom, dad, and bro watched
the movie, Paul and I were sucking each other off in the next car.  It
was pretty fun.

But the best time I ever had with Paul was the night I slept with him in
our camper.  I slept in the kitchen area and Paul slept in the bed over
the cab.  After my dad came to "check" on us, I went upstairs to Paul.
He had gone to the gym that night and smelled of chlorine.  I really
loved his hairy chest and ran my finger though his chest hairs.  He
taught me how to french kiss that night - Paul was awesome lover.  I
remember him saying the object was to try to tie each other's tongue
into a knot.

We played around a bit, and then he offered me his ass.  He laid on his
stomach and I laid on top of him.  He guided my dick into his ass and I
fucked him.  His warm, moist, ass wrapped around my teenage cock caused
me to soon cum inside him.  He shot too without touching himself.  Paul
and I drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

In the morning I got downstairs and went back to my bed when I saw the
morning sun coming up.  I had just climbed into my bed when the camper
door opened and it was my dad "checking" up on Paul and I again.

Paul left for a couple of weeks and came back.  He gave me a ride on his
motorcycle.  I loved holding on to him as we zoomed around the city.
After the ride, Paul said that he was going to go away for a while but
that he'd back.  He also said he didn't want me playing with guys while
he was gone.

I didn't see Paul again for six months.  He did come back.  He wanted to
mess around but I said "no" because I thought he was testing me again.
I never saw Paul again.