Chapter 7: Home on Leave

The ride back to the hotel wasn't anything if not quiet. I guess Jake had a lot on his mind, and I was just trying to figure what the last twenty minutes had been about. I was thrilled at the prospect of spending twenty-four hours alone with Jake, but I wasn't as thrilled at the idea what might have made it possible. This could be a long twenty-four hours if my greeting at the base was an indication. I guess I just had to be patient. He'd talk when he was ready to. I pulled into the parking garage and found a space not too far from the door. I turned the car off and unbuckled my seatbelt. Jake unbuckled his, finally looked at me, gave me a small smile then opened the door and got out. He'd had his backpack on the floor between his feet, so he just snatched it up as he got out. He closed the door and walked towards the entrance to the hotel. I shrugged, closed my door and followed behind him. We got to the elevator and he stabbed at the call button, and just stood there with his pack hanging to the floor, waiting. When the elevator arrived we got in and he stabbed the `9' button and we were up, up and away; still not a word out of him. We finally got in the room and I'd kind of had enough.

"Why do I feel like you're mad at me?"

"I'm mad at myself. I'm sorry."

"Why are you mad at yourself?"

"For losing control. I'm not supposed to lose control! I'm supposed to be tough; under any circumstances; always tough!"

"What happened today?"

"You don't want to know..."

"Oh, you couldn't be more wrong. I do want to know. Anything that's capable of making you lose control like that has to be something huge; even Sean said he'd never seen you lose it like that. I want to know."

Jake looked at me with fear and resignation on his face. He then began telling me his story. He talked for about ten minutes. I didn't interrupt him once; I wanted him to get it out. I tried to keep a poker face but lost the battle a couple of times. When he was finished he just exhaled.

Then he started to talk again. "You know what though? I was actually doing okay with all that shit up until the last eight minutes of work. Then Kevin noticed my watch and got all excited. He told me that James Bond wore one. I told him he was just being goofy, so he pulled it up on the computer and showed me. Five grand; I was speechless. And that's when my armor broke. I got scared."

"Why did you get scared?"

"Because I didn't know what it meant. I didn't know; I don't know what's expected of me for a $5,000 watch."

"Nothing's `expected' of you, Jake. It was a gift. No strings attached."

"I asked Kevin who buys someone a $5,000 watch. He smacked me on the back of the head and said, `someone who loves you; duh!'"

"Kevin sounds like a smart guy. He figured it out; why are you fighting it? I mean, this isn't about the watch, Jake. We can return the watch if you really don't want it. This is about why it's making you feel like something's expected of you."

"Because I can't compete with stuff like that! I can't get you things like that. I make thirteen hundred bucks a month; it would take me five months just to pay for something like that. So, what else is there; my ass? It's not worth five grand."

"Who asked you to get me anything? I certainly didn't. And don't ever accuse me of trying to buy sex, or your love from you ever again. I think I deserve better than that. The price of the gift doesn't make a fuckin' bit a difference. You could give me a goddamn tool box you made in shop class when you were twelve and I would think it was the greatest thing ever! Because it came from you! I make lots and lots of money, Jake, so let me spend some of it on you. I'm not trying to buy you. I don't `expect' anything from you. When I bought that watch the other day the only thought in my head was you had broken yours and needed a new one. I stopped at the jewelry store to look for a new one for you. I saw that one and thought it would look great on you. I gave the guy my credit card, signed the damn ticket, had them wrap it up and I walked out of the store. Until you told me, I had no idea how much the damn thing cost. It doesn't matter to me either. You needed a watch. I like that watch on you, so there it is."

He sat there, stunned, for a minute. I don't know if it was because I'd kind of gone off on him or because he was still mad and was thinking of a way to drag this on.

"I'm sorry." He looked beaten down and exhausted. I guess I have a cruel streak in me after all.

"No... No. Don't tell me that and expect it to make everything OK. You just accused me of trying to buy you and you think a simple `sorry' makes me understand why you said it? I accept your apology, Jake, but I want to know what the hell's going on."

"I'm scared goddammit!! Don't you get it!? I'm scared! Ever since Sunday afternoon every emotion I feel revolves around you. Do you have any idea how much power you have over me? I'm happy, it's because of you. I'm sad, it's because you're not in the room. I'm scared shitless and I don't have you there to hold me! I've given myself over to you and it scares the living hell outta me. I have no control, you have it! In just five days my whole life has become yours. I think about you and worry about you and miss you and crave you and ... I'M FUCKIN' SCARED, OK!!!" He heaved his backpack across the room and just sat down on the floor, defeated.

I walked over and sat down next to him. "Give me your hand."

He lifted his hand up and I took it in mine, intertwining our fingers.

"I don't mean to make this sound so simple, but welcome to being in love. It's not simple though; it's the most complex human emotion there is. And yeah, Jake it's every bit as terrifying as you just described. Guess what, baby? I feel every single one of those things too. My life is yours. My world revolves around you. Every emotion I feel, every act, every thought, every plan I've made in the last five days has been because of you. Do you have any idea how much power YOU have over ME? I spend almost every single waking moment terrified that you will come to your senses and walk out that door. I spend hours every day trying to figure out why you're here with me and why you stay. What could I possibly offer you? Everyone has doubts, Jake; everyone; especially in a new relationship. And yeah, it's scary as fuck, because you do give all of your control to the one you love. You are the first person I've been in love with in twelve years. You are the first person I've trusted that much in twelve years. I don't trust anyone, Jake, but I trust you; I've entrusted you with my heart. I got my heart ripped out of my chest and stomped on the last time I let someone in. You don't think I'm scared too?"

We just sat there holding hands for about ten minutes thinking about things. Jake finally broke the silence.

"I stay because I love you."

"I'm scared because I love you."

Another five minutes passes.

"We make quite a team."

"Yes we do."

About ten minutes later Jake speaks again.

"I'm hungry."

"Me too."

"Can we order room service?"

"You buyin'?"

"Sure. You want catsup with your crackers?"

I turn my head and look at him. He smiles at me.

"Sounds good."

"'Nuff said." I look back at him and start laughing. Jake let's go of my hand and stands up, then holds his hand down to me. "Come on you old perv, I'll help you across the street."

We ordered dinner, and no, not crackers with catsup, and sat on the couch waiting for it to show up. I couldn't take the floor much longer; I'm not twenty. I was sitting on Jake's right. He took my hand in his, then reached with his left hand and turned my face to him.

"Can you ever forgive me for what I said; for accusing you of trying to buy me?"

"I already forgave you. I told you, I had to know why you said it. Now I do."

"Well OK then."

"Well Fine!"

We grinned at each other and then he kissed me softly. I sighed and turned my face back to the bar. By the time we checked out of this room both of us were going to know every square centimeter of that stupid bar.

"Thank you for my watch. I love it almost as much as I love you."

"You're welcome."

Another ten minutes pass and there's a knock on the door. Jake get's up and lets the waiter in with our tray. The waiter sets it up on the dining table for us and hands Jake the check. Jake signs it and then pulls a ten out of his wallet and hands it to the waiter, while leading him back to the door. When the waiter is gone I get up and sit down at the table across from Jake. I wink at him and smile. He smiles back.

After dinner we decide to go for a walk. It's dusk out now and it just seems like a really good time to walk around the city. Before we leave I realize Jake's still in uniform.

"Do you need to change out of your uniform before we go?"

"No. Do you want me to?"

"Well not specifically, but I was kinda hoping to be able to hold hands with you while we walked."

"I'll hold your hand anywhere, anytime, wearing anything. Don't worry about it. Hell, the straight Marines get to walk around in uniform and hold hands, why shouldn't I?"

"'Nuff said." He grinned and opened the door to the room and let me go ahead of him.

We got off the elevator in the lobby and Jake made a point of taking my hand in his. He then walked me across the lobby, head held high, body ramrod straight and a little swagger in his step. We got to the door and the doorman held the door open for us and smiled and Jake nodded at him and we left the hotel. I don't know if I had the right to be, but I was as proud of him as the Major had been earlier.

We decided we'd walk in a different part of town this time; we'd seen what we wanted to on the other side the night before. We did the same thing, just wandering around town, holding hands, looking in store windows and just talking quietly. We didn't race around chasing each other this time, but we had a nice walk nonetheless. We ended up walking by one of the real estate offices I'd visited the day before. It reminded me.

"What would you like to do on your day off tomorrow?"

"I hadn't given it any thought. Why, did you have something in mind?" Then he leered at me.

I chuckled. "Well as much fun as that leer sounds; I was thinking about something outta the bedroom."

"We can do it in the living room or the bathroom if you want."

I smiled. "Sounds really great, but I was actually thinking about looking at a couple of houses. I talked to the lady that runs that real estate office we just passed. She gave me several listings, as did a couple of other agents, and I was going to suggest it this weekend; but since we have tomorrow, how about it?

"Sure, OK. So, do we get a big, old castle with lots of hot house boys running around?"

"Now who's the perv? I was thinking of something a lot smaller and a lot quieter. I think it should be something that's just the two of us; something that has both our personalities and tastes in it."

"Ah, that's what you meant about seeing my apartment to see how I lived. You were already thinking about it."

"I told you, baby, every plan I make involves you. But yes, that was one reason; I already told you the other and it's not as sweet or altruistic."

He laughed. "Well maybe not altruistic, but it is sweet. I wanna do you in my apartment too. So do you have the listings they gave you back at the hotel?"


"Why didn't you show `em to me yesterday?"

"We kinda got started on something else and I completely forgot about `em." He leered at me again."Perv. Keep walking, stud."

"Ooo ooo, that reminds me of something. You're gonna love this! But you can't ever tell him I said anything. Me, Sean and Kevin were talking after lunch and after all that happened I was being pretty open about us. But anyway, Kevin said something about you being ugly if you were with me and Sean actually said, no, that you were actually kind of a stud. Then he turned bright red."

I got huge grin on my face. "You're kidding me! Sean actually said that? Damn, I bet he did turn bright red. He turned red several times just putting his foot in mouth about you and the Major and me taking care of our boy. That's classic!"

"Fuck yeah, it is. But please, Mikey, you can never let on that I told you. Kev and I both told him we wouldn't tell; that what happens in Vegas... Yada yada yada. You understand, right?"

"Of course, Jake; I wouldn't put you in that position. Don't sweat it; but it is funny."

"Yeah it is. Sean's a great guy, but he puts his foot in it a lot. I mean he keeps us all laughing because he's really quick on come-backs, but every once in a while he steps in it."

"I could tell he was quick-witted when we were talking. I think he caught himself a couple of times when the Major was there. I really like him; he seems like a really stand-up guy."

"He is. He's probably my best friend in the Corps. I know I spend more time with Kev, but we work in the same office. I think if it ever came down to something that Sean would be there first. He showed me that again today. I love them both, but I think Sean will always be there for me."

"I think he will too, baby. He loves you a lot. I know he said your brother's all love you, but I think he has a special place in his heart for you. And no, I don't mean sexual love, but friend or brother kinda love. I really believe he would give his life for you; and that's something incredibly special."

"I know, Mike, believe me I know. I love him too, and I would die for him if I had to. We've been through a lot together, and we're always there for each other."

"I want you to know that you can always see Sean, or just hang out with him or go have a beer with him anytime, baby. He's always welcome in whatever home we end up in; and not just Sean, but Kevin and whoever else. I want you to have friends and a life outside of us as well, baby. It's really important that you don't lose track of who you are just because we're together. That's part of what we were talking about earlier. We live for each other, but we also need to maintain our own self."

"I'm starting to understand all of that. You have to remember this is my first time; it may take me a while to catch on to some things. But thanks for saying that about Sean, I really appreciate hearing it."

"You're welcome, baby. Let's go back and look at some houses."

We got back to the hotel in about fifteen minutes. It was only a couple minutes after nine and we sat down on the couch with the house listings. It was kind of fun looking at them with him; he'd get so excited about some feature or design of a house, then decided the next house was even better, then back to the first one. It made me kind of dizzy occasionally. After a while I would grab two listings from him and lay them on the coffee table and ask him to tell me what made him like one more than the other, with specific reasons why. He finally looked up at me.

"So you're saying it's my choice what house we buy?"

"No, I'm saying I want your opinion and input. Your wants and needs for this house are every bit as important as mine. This is going to be our home. It has to reflect both of our personalities. If we get to something that we just don't agree on, or can't compromise on, then we just look at another house. The same goes for anything that's in it; like décor, fixtures, furniture, appliances, everything. At least everything that's in a common room. If we both want something really unique that the other can't stand, then it get's put in a bedroom or something. I want both of us to also have our own space. Somewhere we can just go to chill. I need to have an office; it's how I make my living, and that will be my space. You can have whatever kind of room you want to make your space in. It will be your own, private personal space. Our bedroom is common; we share that; we'd have to compromise."

"You're serious, aren't you? I can tell you how I want something to be or to look like and you'll let me do it, if we agree on it?"

"Of course; why shouldn't you be able to? This will be your home too."

"Because you're the one paying for it."

"Don't go there again, Jacob."

"No no, not that. It's just that my whole life I've heard, `this is my house, I make the payments and you'll follow my rules' and yada yada yada..."

I chuckled. "Baby this is our house. I'm not your father, I'm your partner. It doesn't matter who makes the damn payment, it's our home. If you really want to you can make the payments." I grinned at him.

"Sure. How do you feel about refrigerator box living?"

"If it's with you, just fine; and we can dine on catsup and crackers every night. Tell you what, if you feel strongly about it, you can write the check every month to make the mortgage payment."

He laughed. "I've never written a check in my life."

"We learn something new every day, Jake."

"I can't argue with that. In the last few days I've learned a lot. Like I love having my nipples and my ass licked." He leered at me again.

"It's just part of the service, baby."

"That was kind of a hint..." He leered again.

"That was kind of ignored on purpose..." I leered back at him.

"You playing hard to get?"


"Why? You're usually the horny perv?"

"Me!? Face it, baby, I think we're both horny pervs. You just have more energy than I do."

"Well come on, grandpa, I'll make you a deal. If I can get you hard, you can fuck my innocent little ass."

"I actually wanted to ask you about that. Not if I could fuck you, but if you've ever done it before."

"No, you'll be my first."

"I'm honored. But are you sure you want to do it? It can be kinda painful the first time."

"I'm sure. I've thought about it a lot. I've used my finger on myself a few times and it felt pretty damn good. I know your cock is a lot bigger than my fingers, thank God, but I trust you not to hurt me. And I couldn't help but notice how much you love it when I fuck you. I want to see what makes a grown man scream out `slap my ass'." He leered at me again.

"A lot of things made me scream out slap my ass, and all of them begin with you."

"Well, then you just answered your own question. Am I sure? Yes. Am I ready? Ninety-five percent; I trust you to bring me the other five. And all of my reasons begin and end with you."

I smiled at him and shoved the coffee table away from us with my foot. "Stand up."

He got up and stood in front of me looking down and grinning. I began running my hands up and down his legs, feeling the solid muscle through the material of his cammos. I rubbed his legs for a few moments and then dropped my hands back down towards his feet. I untied the laces on his boots and he lifted his feet up, one by one so I could take them off. I then untied the strings on the bottom of each pant leg. I scooted my butt to the edge of the couch and began rubbing his legs again, always going just a little higher each time. I then wrapped my arms around his ass and pulled him to me, shoving my face into his crotch and breathing in the aroma. I nuzzled my face in his crotch for a few minutes, loving the smell and texture of him, all the while massaging his ass cheeks through his pants. I pulled my face away and looked up. He looked down at me. I pushed him back a few inches and then stood up in front of him, pulled him back into me and kissed him. We kissed passionately for a few minutes while I rubbed and squeezed his ass. I broke the kiss and took his hand and led him to the side of the couch.

"Stand right here. Don't move; don't touch yourself."

I let go of him and sprinted into the bedroom to grab the lube. When I came back out he was exactly where I'd left him; looking so incredibly hot in his cammos. I set the tube of lube on the back of the couch cushion. He looked at me and smiled.

"Is that for me?"

"Mmm hmm."

I pulled him back into a hot, wet kiss; kneading and stroking his ass while I made out with him. While we kissed I began moving my hands up his back, then to his shoulders and massaged them for a moment, then back down his back, feeling the muscles flex as I did. I pulled away from the kiss, bringing my hands around to the front of him, and then continued upwards over his stomach and chest. I ran my hands softly around his neck, then up the sides of face, caressing him, then back down to his throat. I found the top button of his shirt and began to undo the buttons, slowly, one by one, working my way down. I got the bottom button undone and opened his shirt. No t-shirt; good, just his dog tags. I then ran my hand down his right arm, reaching the buttons on his shirt sleeve. I reached over with my other hand and undid the buttons, then repeated the process on his other sleeve; no flying buttons this time. I let his arm drop and starting running the backs of my fingers up his stomach, starting at his waist and very slowing moving up to his neck again. He moaned and smiled at me.

"That feels sooo good."

I continued running the backs of my fingers around his chest and stomach then moved over to his right nipple and very, very lightly ran the back of my index finger over it; it responded immediately. I played with his right nipple for a couple of minutes, then slid my fingers over to the left one and did the same thing, getting the same reaction. I then slid my finger over to his dog tags, put my finger down lightly on one of them and started moving the dog tag back and forth across his chest. He smiled at me. I then brought my other hand into the action and rubbed his chest using the palms of my hands, slowly, working my way to his shoulders and finally his shirt. I slowly slid his shirt off his shoulders, then reached around him and pulled it off, grabbing it as it slid off his arms and then tossing it about six feet away on the floor. Fuck it, I thought, I could always iron the thing in the morning. I brought my hands back up his arms, feeling the hair and muscle as I worked my way back to his shoulders, then lightly around his neck. I pulled him to me and kissed him lightly on the mouth, then pulled away.

I let go of his neck and ran my hands back down the front of his torso, working my way towards his waist. My fingers stopped at the waistband of his pants and I worked my fingers to the clasp of his belt. I pulled on the little silver bar thing, sliding it sideway to release the webbing of his belt. Once it was loose, I pulled on the webbing, sliding it through the buckle and then left his belt hanging. I reached for the first button on his pants, running my fingers around it once then released it. I stuck the back of my right index down a little into his waist and slowly ran it back and forth across, feeling the hair on his abdomen running past it. It felt so incredibly soft and smooth. I could also feel the band of the black jock he was wearing at the bottom of my fingertip. I rubbed his lower tummy and hair for a few moments, then reached down again and continued undoing the buttons of his pants. When I had the last button undone I let go of his pants and they slid down to his ankles. I smiled at him, and he grinned back at me. I slowly dropped to one knee, giving the head of his dick a kiss through the jock, running my hands down the backs of his legs. I got down and tapped the back of his ankle. I couldn't resist doing it; it had seemed so cute to me when he'd done it. He lifted his right foot and I slid the pant leg off and then did his left foot. I grabbed the pants with my fist and heaved them towards the bedroom door. He laughed above me, his dick jumping at the top of my head.

I lifted my head up and gave his dick another kiss, and decided I really needed to taste it before we got down to business. I could feel the dampness of his pre-cum on the material of the jock; it felt great. I brought my right index finger back up and ran it softly between his inner thigh and the pouch of the jock strap. I stuck my finger into the material of the pouch, right above his testicle and pulled it out, then over to the left, freeing his throbbing, leaking cock. His cock sprang back as it cleared the material of the jock and stopped right in front of my face. I engulfed it and he moaned loudly. I then took my right hand and grabbed his balls and started massaging them while I went to work on his dick, sliding my tongue and mouth down as far as I could then back up, licking the head and his foreskin when I came back up. He started moaning again.

"Oh yeah, suck my dick. Yeah, suck my dick, Mikey; oh God that feels so fucking good. Suck my fucking cock, Michael."

I did as I was told and just kept sucking his dick for a few minutes. I didn't want him to cum, but I did want to taste and feel his cock in my throat. After a few minutes I let go of his balls and then pulled my mouth off his cock. I thought about putting it back in the jock, but decided I'd rather have it hanging out. I licked the head one last time, sending a shiver through him and stood back up. I pulled him into a hard kiss, letting him taste his cock on my mouth and tongue. I had the back of his neck in my hand; just holding his mouth against me as I tongue fucked his mouth for a few seconds then pulled back as hard as I had landed on him. I looked at him with lust in my eyes.

"Fuck, you taste fuckin' good!"

He was standing with his ass to the back of the couch and I grabbed his waist and spun him around so his ass was facing me, then pushed him with the palm of my hand on his back so he was bent over, his face on the back couch cushion and his sweet ass sticking out. I slapped his ass once.

"Damn, baby, that's a perfect fuckin' ass"

I then grabbed his left cheek and rubbed it vigorously for a few seconds, then did the same with his right cheek.

"Fuck baby! That is the hottest fucking ass I've ever seen."

And with that I dropped to my knees and slammed my face into it, my tongue leading the way, my hands still holding on to him. He yelped out and then he groaned. I used my hands to spread his cheeks and just started eating his ass like a starving man. I ran my tongue all around the outside of his hole, then up the trench then back to his hole and slammed my tongue in, fucked him a few seconds and continued the process over and over.

"Oh fuck yeah! Eat my fuckin' ass! Goddamn, that is so fuckin' hot, baby. Eat my fucking ass, boy! Oh God..."

I followed orders like a good soldier and ate that sweet ass for about twenty minutes; I couldn't get enough. Finally my tongue, my mouth and my jaw were starting to ache, so I eventually had to pull my face out. I sat back on my legs and just looked at it for a few seconds. What a sight to behold. I reached up and touched it, running my hands down each cheek then once through his trench. I then gave each cheek a little swat bringing my hands down over them. He moaned again. I stood up and started ripping my own clothes off; just throwing them in whatever direction seemed good at the time. I was standing behind him naked within about thirty seconds, my swollen cock standing out in front of me. I walked back up to him and laid my dick down in his crack and rubbed back and forth a few times and then I slapped my dick on his ass a few times. He moaned louder. I did this a couple of more times, enjoying the feeling of my cock sliding around on his ass; I was in heaven. I wanted more and I had to get him ready, the spit I'd dumped in his ass wasn't going to be enough. I reached over his shoulder looking for the tube of lube I'd set on the couch cushion earlier. I couldn't see it. He saw I was looking for it and the next thing I knew he was holding it in his hand, handing it up to me.

"Is this what you're lookin' for?"

"Yep. Thanks baby."


I opened the tube and squirted out a glob on my right index finger, then keeping hold of the tube in my left hand I reached down and started rubbing my finger around his hole. He groaned. I rubbed a couple of circles, then I slowly stuck my finger in his ass and he groaned again, but a little louder. I ran my finger in and out of his hole a couple of times, then I remembered what he'd done to me last night, and I had loved it, so I started doing it to him. I'd stick my finger in, then wiggle it around, then bend it and tug on his hole, then wiggle it around some more finishing with a quick finger fuck. I pulled my finger back out, squirted some more lube on it, adding a second finger to get it wet too, then I was back at this hole. I stuck both fingers in at the same time and he tensed his ass a little and groaned. I began sliding the two fingers in and out of his ass, picking up the tempo a little with each stroke. He was starting to pant, and the moans were getting louder. I then started doing the bending, wiggling pulling thing and he groaned out louder.

"Fuck... Fuck my ass, baby..."

I stroked my fingers in him a couple more times and pulled out, lubed up a third finger and went right back to work. He clenched again when I started to go in with three, but then relaxed and let me in. I slowly slid my fingers as far in as I could get them and stopped. He groaned really loudly and I could feel his ass muscles clamp hard around my fingers. I wiggled as best I could and he released a little bit. I then slowly stroked my fingers in and out of his hole, adding a little side pressure from time and time. I stroked his hole for two or three minutes before deciding he was as ready as he was going to get. I slowly withdrew my fingers, wiped them off my own leg (I can be nice too), tossed the lube onto the couch and then grabbed his hips and pulled him back to me. I swung my body around to the front of the couch bringing him with me. I sat down hard on the couch and left him standing in front me, ass to my face.

"Turn around and climb up to sit on my lap, your knees on the sides of my legs."

He did as ordered and I was sitting there with him on my lap looking in my eyes with nothing but lust and want. I reached behind his head and pulled him down for a quick, hard kiss.

"This is a much better position for the first time. It gives you complete control over how much and how fast you get my cock. Slide your ass up, like your trying to feed me your cock and then stop."

He did so, but he did rub his dick on my lips, and I grabbed the tube of lube and squirted some on to my hand and slathered it on my aching cock.

"OK, now lift up a bit."

He did and I grabbed my cock and aimed it at his hole as best I could. He slowly slid his butt down over my crotch, feeling the head of my dick at his hole.

"It's all you now; you do what you want. Just sit down slowly, stopping when you need to, over my cock. And it might seem like a fun idea, but don't just slam my dick up your ass, baby, not the first time; it'll hurt like nothing you've ever felt before. Go slowly and relax. It sounds gross, but push out like you're trying to take a dump; just not hard." He gave me a weird grin and smirked.

He moved down about an inch and I felt my cock head go between his ass lips; it felt wonderful, then he flinched and stopped. He relaxed for a moment then put a little more weight on me, my dick aching to go deeper. He got to his sphincter, felt the pressure and stopped again.

"You're doin' great, you sexy man; you OK?" He nodded. "Take your time, relax and don't over-think it. Whenever you're ready..."

He nodded and put more weight down. I broke through his ass ring and we both moaned. It shouldn't be too bad, he had at least a quart of lube up his ass, but I felt him clench again. It felt great to me, but he closed his eyes and winced. I rubbed the sides of his legs.

"God, that feels so good. Breathe and relax, baby. It'll get better soon, I promise. I would never hurt you, remember that."

He nodded again, then relaxed and put some more weight down. He slid down all the way, groaned and stopped.

"Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good. Relax. Just sit there for a moment and let your ass adjust to my dick." He smiled and nodded, and then he opened his eyes and looked at me. I winked at him and he smiled.

He sat there for a few moments then tentatively tried rising back up. He let out a moan and winced but kept moving. He came up about five inches then slowly sat back down again.

"That's it, baby. God that feels fucking great! I can't describe it."

He smiled and continued slowly rising and sitting on my cock. I was still rubbing his legs and then I'd reach around behind him and rub the tops of his ass cheeks then back to his legs. He increased the speed very slightly and was riding my cock, sending waves of heat through my dick and balls. I was in absolute heaven. I could feel his ass muscles clench on my cock every time he'd come back down, then he'd just go right back up again.

"Oh God, Michael, that feels fucking awesome! I feel like my ass is on fire, but it's fucking incredible. I can feel your cock sliding in and out of my ass and it's just a total rush. Fuck! I love you, baby, God I love you so much..."

"I love you too, baby. Your ass feels sooo fucking good. I still can't believe you're letting me do this. God you feel so good, baby. I want you; I want you more than ever."

He just kept riding up and down on my cock, taking slow steady strokes, just like he did when he fucked me. It was mind blowing to watch this incredibly sexy Marine stud sitting in my lap, riding my cock; I was overwhelmed. He continued to increase the pace, getting into the feelings he was experiencing in his ass. I loved every minute of it. My cock felt right at home, being loved by this hot man's tight ass. I had been so into making sure that he was OK, that my cock wasn't really anywhere near ready to blast; it was just enjoying the ride. This could take awhile. I smiled to myself. He fucked himself on my cock for about five or six minutes, moaning and panting, continuously increasing his rhythm, his face a mask of lust and pleasure. He was rubbing his hands on my chest, then around my neck and shoulders then back to my chest. Then he grabbed the back of my head, leaned forward and pulled my face into a hard, wet, sloppy kiss. He pulled back from the kiss and just looked into my eyes with pure lust and need on his face. It was a hell of a sight. I grabbed his hips and stopped him on an upstroke and he looked at me like I'd done something stupid. I started thrusting up into him and he started panting.

"Oh fuck yeah, Michael, fuck my ass! Oh God... Oh God... Oh God that feels so fucking good! Fuck me!"

I was taking long, quick strokes into his aching hole, holding his hips as steady as I could. Then I'd switch it up a little, doing long strokes, then short really fast ones, then back to long ones. He was leaving me there, going off into a zone, and just panting and moaning and telling me to fuck him. I just kept fucking him. After about five minutes of this I used my hands and forced his hips back down on top of me, burying my cock in his ass and held him there. He had a glazed look on his face. I reached up with my fingers and touched his cheek. He looked down at me.

"Wanna try a new position?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Get up." I patted his thighs.

He lifted his ass up off my cock, then got off of me and stood in front of me, his cock staring at me, throbbing and leaking pre-cum like a fountain. He reached a hand down to me to pull me up. I stood up, kissed him quickly then took his hand and led him back to the side of the couch. I turned him facing the couch and lined him up where I wanted him.

"Bend over baby, I'm drivin'." He laughed and then bent over the couch. "Bend your left leg and put your knee on the arm of the couch." He complied and the end result was breath taking. "Oh, God, baby, that's just perfect."

I moved closer to him, lining my cock up with his ass. I pressed my cockhead at his hole, then rubbed it up and down a few times, then I put my head back at his hole and pushed in just an inch, then pulled back out and ran my dick back up his trench. Yes, I was teasing him, but I was enjoying it. I did this about five times before he'd had enough.

"Quit teasing my ass, fucker; just stick that fucking cock in me."

I giggled, he groaned and I lined up my cock with his hole. I pushed in just an inch like I'd done before. I waited for about three seconds and then I just steadily pushed my dick all the way into his ass, not stopping until I was balls-deep. He yelled out.

"Oh my fucking God... Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh God... Oh fuck yeah!!"

 I smiled to myself. I let my cock rest in his hole for a few seconds then started to withdraw as slowly as I could and still be moving. I wanted him to feel every inch as it left his hungry ass. I pulled back to where my head was just an inch inside then waited another two seconds and pushed right back into him. He slammed his hand on the top of the couch three or four times and started swearing again. I waited a few seconds, balls-deep, then started slowly withdrawing again. He started panting and moaning loudly. I got back to where I was only in him an inch, but then I pulled completely out of him, just where my cockhead was about a half inch from his hole. He whimpered.

"Oh Michael, please!"

I waited about five seconds, letting him sweat it out then slid my cock back in him all the way; but I didn't stop when I reached the bottom, I started thrusting my cock in and out of his ass, using every inch on every stroke. He was moaning, whimpering and swearing again.

I set up a nice smooth rhythm; just fucking his ass, not slamming into him, but just letting my cock slide along inside his ass; in and out, in and out, in and out. I was resting my hands on the top of his ass and looking down at my cock disappearing into his sexy ass, and I understood why he enjoyed doing that so much; it was fucking hot to watch. I fucked him like this for about ten minutes, not letting myself get close, just enjoying the sights, smells and sounds. I think he was off in his special place again, he was just moaning and panting and murmuring. I was watching my cock sliding into his ass and decided to bump it up a notch. I grabbed his hips in my hands and doubled the tempo of my thrusts, slamming into his ass repeatedly; listening to the sounds of our flesh smacking together. He came back from his special place quickly.

"OH FUCK!! Oh my God!! Oh fuck, man, fuck me. Oh my God, that is fucking good; don't ever stop, just fuck me!" All of this was yelled out while slamming his fist into the couch cushions.

I slammed my cock in him like this for about three or four minutes, then I went back to my original pace for a couple of minutes before I'd start slamming his ass again, then right back to slow and methodical for a couple, then slam again. He was whimpering and yelling and grunting and didn't know what to do with himself. I also decided now was a good time for payback on that hard ass slap he gave me, so during one of my slow methodical thrusts, I drew my right hand back and slapped his ass hard; not really, really hard, but as hard as he'd slapped mine. He screamed out.

"Oooooowwwwww! Motherfucker, not so hard."

I rubbed his ass cheek a couple of times to ease the burn, and then I slapped his left cheek, but not nearly as hard. He moaned.

"That's better. Fuck yeah!"

I slapped his left cheek a couple of more times, slammed my cock in his ass twice and just pulled out.

"Get up! Get on your back! Do it now, Marine!"

He jumped up as best he could, I think his left leg had gone to sleep a little, spun around, sat on the arm of the couch, fell back and lifted his legs up; his ass resting on the arm of the couch. I reached down, grabbed the lube, squirt some on my dick, rubbed it in just a second, squirt some on his hole and slid my cock back into him. He grunted when I hit bottom. I dropped the tube, reached out and grabbed his ankles, pushed down on his legs to bend them at the knee and just started fucking him again. I looked down to watch what I was doing and was presented with the hottest sight I'd ever seen outside of a porn movie. His ass was up, cheeks spread wide, the straps of the jock caressing his ass, his hole swallowing my cock, and the muscles on his legs were as taught as I'd ever seen them. His cock was rock hard and dripping and his balls were moving with the rhythm of the fucking. I groaned. I just stared at this incredible sight while I ran my cock in and out of his ass. I fucked him in this position for seven or eight minutes, until I decided he needed a little relief.

I let go of his left leg and reached down and grabbed his cock. He groaned really loudly. I don't even know if he'd touched himself the entire time, but the sudden grip on his dick got his attention. I started stroking his cock while mine was thrusting in and out of his ass, trying to match the rhythm. He was moaning and panting again. I started jacking his cock faster and faster; I wanted to see him shoot his load. He was panting and whimpering; all the while I was fucking him and jacking his cock. I could feel his ass muscles on my cock, clenching and releasing constantly. I don't think either one of us had much time left. I just held on for the ride, jacking his leaking cock, my fingers wet with his pre-cum. I started milking his shaft while I jacked him off and that did it. He gave me fair warning.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh God, I'm gonna cum, motherfucker! Arrrrrgggghhhh!!"

It was spectacular. This is the one I would've paid a thousand bucks to see, and I was getting to watch it for free. The first volley shot up out of his cock in a beautiful arc, flying right over his head. The next volley, a second later, shot up, arcing, and landed, splattering, right on his face. The next volley didn't have quite the same arc on it, but did fly up and land on his chin, dropping down to his neck. The fourth volley shot out with a pretty level trajectory and landed on his chest, getting one of his dog tags. The fifth one took pretty much the same course, just not quite strong enough to get his dog tag, but laying a bead down his sternum. The power was receding but not the number of times. The sixth one shot out straight and landed about two inches to the right of the last one on his sternum; this time the tail landing in his belly button.

I was watching all of this with amazement; I'd stopped thrusting and was just buried in his ass, my cock feeling the pressure of his ass muscle contractions as he shot his load. The next one shot out and basically filled up his belly button, making the hair on his stomach all gooey. I was still milking his cock in my fist; I didn't plan on leaving a drop in his balls. He was panting and moaning really loudly, and then the next one flew out and met up with its sibling in his belly button. I stopped my milking action, but still held on to his cock; I loved the feeling of his dick pulsing in my fist. The remaining cum in his balls just began oozing out, landing on his pubes, running down his shaft and coating my fingers with it. I just stood there mesmerized at the sight of him, panting, heaving and covered in his own juice. I let go of his cock and rubbed my fingers on his inner thigh a couple of times, then reached up for his ankle again. He looked up at me, dazed.

"Oh my fucking God! I can't believe that! I can't believe what you just did to me; that was fucking... Fuck that was just fucking unbelievable..."

"Felt good, huh?"

"Oh fuck, man... What'd you do to me?" He panted.


I started slowly moving my cock again, out of his ass, and then slowly back in.

"Oh fuck, dude! Michael!! Please! Oh my God..."

I just smiled down at him. I wanted mine too.

I continued just slowly sliding my cock in and out of his ass, watching it. I was getting really close, between watching his orgasm and feeling his ass treat my dick like it was in a vice, my balls were pretty much up in my stomach and I was ready. I just had to coax it out. I started fucking him again, steadily, for another two or three minutes, watching the look of pleading on his face for me to stop. I finally pulled my cock out of his ass, grabbed it in my fist and started jacking off. I knew I was really close. I jacked my cock six or seven times and felt the load shooting up from my balls. I gripped hard just as the feeling started, then let go when I knew it was there. I yelled out.

"Oh fucking hell! Here it comes, baby! Arrrggghhh!!"

The first volley came flying out much like Jake's had, arcing through the air, but not quite making it over his head. Instead, it landed on his forehead, splattering and running down across his eyes onto his face. I was glad to see he'd had the good sense to close his eyes when he saw it heading straight for him. The second one shot out, arced almost as well as the first and landed on his neck. The third one was right on its ass, flying out and landing with a splat on his stomach. At this point I grabbed my dick and shoved it back in Jake's ass. I wanted to get some inside of him. My balls contracted again when they felt the pressure on my cock and belched out three more times. I was completely spent. I was still standing, but I wanted to just drop down onto Jake, but I didn't want to hurt him. I left my dick in his ass for a few seconds while I recovered, then I slowly pulled it out. I watched my dick slide out of Jake's ass and then I looked up at him. He was completely covered in our jizz. I smirked once then smiled at him.

"Don't smirk at me, fucker; you did this." He smiled.

"I'm sorry... I really am, but you should see yourself; you look like you were the pivot man in a bukake orgy." I couldn't help it, I laughed at my own joke.

"Fuck you! You have to clean me up, fucker."

He was smiling though, so I wasn't too worried about it. We both started laughing. When we got settled down, I walked around to the side of the couch and got on my knees next to him.

"Close your eyes."

He did and I began licking the mess off his eyes and forehead. It tasted great so I just continued cleaning his whole face; his cum mixed with mine made for a really good cocktail. I only did his face and then lifted my head up, smacking my lips. He opened his eyes and grinned at me.

"You like?"

"Mmm Hmm. Want some?"

"Not really, no; I'll wait until they bottle it."

I smiled at him. "Your loss, but OK." He smirked and grinned at me.

I looked down at him. "So..., was it OK for you? Did you enjoy it?"

He looked up at me with a "what the fuck do you think" look on his face. "You're joking, right? That was the most intense thing I've ever experienced in my life. I thought I was speaking in tongues for awhile. My ass has this kinda glow happening inside of it. So yeah, it was `ok' and I enjoyed it. Jeez dude, you just fucked my brains out and made me cum so hard I almost passed out. It was fucking incredible!!" He smiled up at me.

I smiled. "Just checkin'. I don't like having any unhappy customers; definitely want you coming back for more."

"I'd better be your only fucking customer. I'm not sharing with anyone, and I've been trained how to kill your other customers." He grinned at me.

"You're it, baby! I have the best, why would I need anyone else? I'm glad you liked it; I wanted it to be the best it could be for you."

"Fuck, man, it was better than any wet dream I've ever had. I not only liked it, I fuckin' loved it. I hold you responsible though; I think you turned me into a fucking power bottom, you perv."

"What do you know about power bottoms?"

"I watch porn... Even a 20 year old needs a little visual help once in a while." He grinned at me.

"Sweet!" I laughed. "You can be my power bottom anytime you want, baby. I still want you to fuck me though; I love having you inside of me. Now you know what I was talking about, huh?"

He laughed at my use of `sweet'. "I know exactly what you're talking about now. But no, I'm not giving up your ass, stud. I love being inside of you; it's so intense. But yeah, you're gonna be required to fuck my ass at least once a day. Better start takin' your vitamins, baby."

"Never leave home without them. Are you legs ready to get you off that couch and carry you to the bathroom for a much needed shower?"

"You're not gonna carry me?"

"Yeah, right; like I could under the best of circumstances. I don't have the strength or the energy..."

"Ahhhhhh... OK, I'll get myself up. Stand aside!"

I smirked at him but got up and stood aside, then reached my hand down to help him up. He jumped right up, the fucker; those damn legs of his were indestructible. We walked to the bathroom, him leading the way to clean ourselves up. We finished our shower, with me "cleaning" him out with the shower massage; saves time. We went back to the bedroom to get ready for bed. He was standing naked in the doorway, looking out into the living room and then turned to me.

"You're a slob. Look at all those clothes just thrown all over the room."

I stood beside him, holding his ass in my right hand and looked.


I patted his ass and turned around to get in bed. He laughed, turned off the ceiling light and came cannon-balling into bed; I was glad I hadn't got in yet. I'd love to have half of his energy. Someone knocked on the wall. We both giggled, Jake with his hand to his mouth and I called out `sorry'. We finally got into bed. I reached over him and grabbed the phone, pulling it over his body. I called the front desk and cancelled my wake-up call; we didn't need it this time. I hung up the phone and put it back on the nightstand, turned off the lamp and then leaned down over Jake's face and put a serious lip lock on him. We kissed for at least a minute before I pulled my head away, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, Sir!"

I giggled and then snuggled down into the pillow he had his head on, threw my right arm over his body and nuzzled up to him.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Goodnight Marine."

"Goodnight Perv."

I laughed and pulled myself closer to him and was soon asleep.

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