Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 21:10:36 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: My Dad, the Marine Disclaimer: Standard stuff. You can download this to enjoy or share, but you can't sell it for any reason. If you don't like sex between men of varying ages and relationships - go away and get over yourself! If you're too young to be reading this, why are you doing so? Maybe you find yourself wanting to do some of these kind of things. I won't make any decisions for you. You have to make them for yourself. Just remember, this is a story! It is not reality and it had people doing things that would be very foolish to do in reality. Or, in other words, if you're going to play, then PLAY SAFE! If you like the story, or have suggestions e-mail me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com - Flames, don't bother, I just delete them! My Dad, the Marine by Rimpig 1999 Part 5 HOUSTON The next morning, Scott and I were woken up early by the ringing of the phone. It took a minute for me to remember where I was. Then I remembered all the wonderful, fun things that Scott and I had done the night before and especially the wonderful feeling of sleeping in the arms of this beautiful young Marine stud! Scott answered the phone. "Yeah, uh-huh....yeah, Ok......yeah, I'll tell him....Ok, Thanks!" he said to the person on the other end of the phone conversation. He turned to me. "That was the airline, they've got us on a flight at 3pm this afternoon and they've called your Dad to let him know the flight number and time to meet you. They also said we could have the room until 1pm." "That's cool," I said. "What time is it now?" "It's only a few minutes past 8. Wanna get some more sleep?" he said reaching over and gently stroking my chest with his hand. "Only if you do." I said, hoping that he would be interested in doing much more interesting things in bed than sleeping. "Oh, I can think of some things that are much more fun than sleeping! If you're up for them, that is?" as he said this, he lifted up the sheets and looked down at my very hard cock. "And I can see your are!" Scott took me in his arms and brought his mouth down on mine and started kissing me very deeply. I was quickly lost in the taste, smell and feel of him. How wonderful it would be, I thought to myself, to wake up every morning in this Marine's arms! But, I didn't think there was any chance of that happening. I just considered myself lucky to have gotten to spend this time with him. I was sure that when we reached California, he'd probably never see me again. I was sure he probably had a lover or wouldn't be interested in anyone like me. "Can I tell you a secret, Scott?" I asked him, pulling away from his lips. "Of course you can, Grunt!" he said looking at me with a question on his face. "Today's my birthday! I'm 16 today! One more year and I can join the Corps!" I said with a smile on my face. "For real!?" he asked. "Yeah, for real! That's why I was flying yesterday so that I could celebrate my birthday with my Dad. But, after all, I think I'd rather celebrate it with you!" I was afraid I might have said too much when Scott looked at me seriously and said. "Why is that Grunt?" "Well, I've never had sex like we had. I know I've never wanted someone as much as I wanted you! And being with you is the best birthday present I've ever had!" I told him as truthfully as I could. "God! That's really nice, Grunt!" he said smiling down at me. "Did you think I didn't want you?" That stopped me! It was like he could read my mind or something! I guess my silence told him as much as any answer I might have given. "Look, Grunt" he said, "Whether you believe this or not, you are one of the hottest dude's I've ever seen. More importantly, you are one of the sweetest, most loving guys I've ever been with in my whole life! Don't ever think that you are any less than a complete hunk who anybody would be very lucky to have want them!" This really shocked me! "Oh, that can't be true!" I protested, "You must have been with lots of really good-looking guys!" "Look, Grunt, lemme tell you something. Yeah, I've been with some really good looking dudes. But let me tell you about that! Most of them knew' how pretty they were and acted like it! They expected me to worship them and could care less about how I felt or whether I got anything out of it or not! Grunt, you've got so much going for you that I never did. My mom died when I was 3 years old. I never knew who my Dad was, I never saw him. My mom died of a drug-overdose and nobody wanted me. So I became a ward of the state and ended up being sent from foster home to foster home. I became a problem child' so nobody wanted to adopt me. And I was nine when the first foster father' made me have sex with him! He didn't love me, he was just into kids! But I got over it thanks to this really neat woman therapist, named Mary Jo, when I was 14. But that was also when I found out that I was gay. I've spent all the time since then looking for someone who would love me and maybe give me a chance at some kind of family that I never had! And then there you were, with those innocent, beautiful eyes staring at me and letting me know how badly you wanted me. But not just wanted my body, but wanted to be with me! You wanted to know who I was, not just how big a cock I had! That's so different than anything that's ever happened to me before. I'll be honest with you. I'm glad we're leaving soon because I don't think I can stand to spend much more time with you without falling head over heels in love with you - and that wouldn't be good at all!" I sat there looking at him showing, I'm sure, the shock that I was feeling at what he was saying. "Why not!?" I demanded! What the fuck would be bad about loving me! After all, I really felt that I already loved him! "Look, Grunt."he explained, "You're going to meet you Dad for really the first time. Do you think he's going to be really pleased that at 16 you've already gotten yourself involved with someone who's 22? And worse yet, male!" "No, Scott, you don't understand! My Dad is gay! My Grandpa told me before I left! He's not going to reject me because I am! And I can't believe that he would be angry at you or me because we really loved each other! And your a Marine, so Dad would respect you. And if you loved me, I really believe that he would respect that! After all, if he really loves me, he wants to see me happy? Right? Being with you makes me the happiest I've ever been in my life!" I stopped. I didn't know what else to say. I thought that maybe I'd already said too much already. After all, I don't think I've said that many words to anybody at one time in my whole life! But I just couldn't let Scott think that I didn't love him or that there was no chance for us to be lovers if he was at all interested! "Grunt, I know I don't have any right to ask this...I mean, I really don't have all that much in life to offer....but do you think that you would be interested in being my lover? Could you fall in love with me?" he asked in a voice that was no longer certain or self-confident. He was really scared that I'd say no! "Scott, it's me that has very little to offer, except for the fact that I have fallen in love with you and I promise that I will do everything I can to give you the love that you've been looking for! But I need you to love me! Yes, I'll have my Dad, but how do I know that he doesn't already have someone who he loves? I mean, until I met you, I thought that I was in love with my Dad. But, even though I love him a lot, the way I feel about you is different! Maybe you feel like I'm too young for you, though!" I said dejectedly. "No! Grunt, it isn't that! Why there's only 6 years difference between us! I mean, when I'm 30 you'll be 24! What the fucks wrong with that? Course, you may not want me by then." he said with a catch in his voice. I decided that there were no words to answer this, so I reach up and pulled him down to me and kissed him with all the love I had in my body! When we finally broke the kiss, I looked up at him and said, "Does that give you an answer? I can't say what's going to happen in the future, but I know I'll never stop loving you! I've loved my Dad all my life and I haven't really seen him in 10 years!" "But that's your Dad!" he protested! "And you would be my lover! That is just as important!" I insisted. "And besides, if I love you and you love me, don't you think there's just a chance that my Dad might just love both of us? Like they say at weddings, he isn't loosing a son, he's getting another one! I mean you don't have one! I don't mind sharing mine with you!" That did it. I didn't really mean to cause it, but the next thing I knew, Scott's eyes filled up with tears and he tried to turn away from me. But I wouldn't let him. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close and he softly cried on my chest. I stoked his hair and kissed his head until he got himself under control. "I'm sorry, Scott" I said, "I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't mean to remind you that you didn't have a Dad!" He looked at me with confusion on his face while tears continued to roll down his cheek. "No, Grunt, it's not that! I'm not crying because I'm sad!!! I'm so happy I don't know what else to do! Nobody has ever offered me love as completely and selflessly as you have! And certainly nobody's EVER offered to share their Dad with me!!" he smiled at me through the tears. I rose up and kissed him again, tasting his tears as I did so. He kissed me back with an intensity that almost took my breath away. As the kiss deepened, I felt Scott's hands begin to slide down my back and draw me closer to his body. I felt his hard on pushing up against my body and his hands massaging my ass and slipping his fingers into the crack of my ass. I decided that there was one and only thing that I wanted right then. I wanted Scott to fuck me! And I told him so! "Scott," I said "I want you to make me really yours! I want you to fuck me!" He looked at me with a combination of lust and fear in his eyes. "Have you ever been fucked before, Grunt?" he asked. "No," I said, "that's why I want you to do it! I want you to be the first! I want you to make me yours! That you will always be the first one for me!" "Oh, Grunt!" he exclaimed. "I would love to make you mine. But it can really hurt if you don't know what you're doing!" "I don't care!" I said, "You can teach me how! And I want you inside me so badly, I don't care if it does hurt! I can take it! If you can, I can!" I asserted with a little more strength than I was really feeling at that moment. Scott looked at me with deep love in his eyes and said, "Yes, Grunt. I want to be inside you too! I want you to be mine. But I'm not going to hurt you doing it. Please believe that! We've got plenty of time to take this slowly and do it right so that you'll only feel good!" he promised me. He moved down on the bed and pushed my legs up to my chest which brought my ass up to where he could reach it with his lips. He began to lick my ass trench and I began moaning. I'd never felt anything so good! His tongue was driving me absolutely nuts! As his tongue started to slip up my tight, sensitive hole, I just lost all touch with reality. There was nothing else in the world but his tongue, moving rapidly in an out of my tingling hole. He tasted the inside of my ass and moaned into my hole which gave me chills going up my spine. I began panting and throwing my head from side to side! I'd never had feelings like this! Gradually, Scott's talented tongue managed to get my hole to begin to relax. He then took the bottle of lube that was still on the bedside table and began lubing up my hole and gently inserting one finger. It slid in and felt very good, even though I'd never had anything go in' before! As his finger went farther, he hit something up in my ass and I was seeing stars!!! I nearly came just from his contact with it! Even my cock was leaking little drops of cum! "Like that, huh?" Scott laughed. "God, yes!!!" I screamed. "What the fuck was that?" "That was your prostate, Grunt! It's what make the stuff that comes outa your cock before you cum and what makes guys love taking other guy's cocks up their ass!" he explained. I certainly could see why! If that what being fucked was going to feel like, I might never do anything else ever again! Scott slowly added another finger and had two working in and out of my ass. The feelings just kept getting better and I was soon begging him to add another one! He did, and my ass just opened up and took all three with only an increase with the good feelings. When Scott saw how easily his fingers were sliding in and out of my ass, he looked at me and said, "I think you're ready, Grunt! But we're going to do this in a way that will make it easier on you. I'm going to lay down and I want you to straddle my body with your knees so that you can sit down on my cock. That way, you can control everything. The speed that it goes in you and how deep it goes, Ok?" I nodded my head. I trusted him completely. If he said that this wouldn't hurt, that's all I needed to know! I got on my knees with his hard cock laying against the crack of my ass. He looked up at me with love and I looked down at him with a look that must have shown my eagerness because he said, "Now, take it easy, Grunt! Don't go too fast. You ass needs time to adjust to my size. It also helps to push down like you're taking a shit. That will help your ass relax and open up." I raised up and put his cockhead at the entrance to my body. Taking his advice, I slowly started to press down on the head of his cock and felt it begin to slide into my hole. I stopped for a minute and felt my hole easily adjust to his cock. He had lubed and relaxed me well! I pushed down more and before I knew it, I was sliding down his cock until I felt his pubic hair tickling my butthole! He was all the way inside me, and it hadn't hurt at all! I smiled like I had just won a gold medal in the Olympics!!! I now belonged to Scott!!! I had him inside my body and it felt so good and so right! "How's that feel, Grunt?" Scott asked, as if he couldn't see the look of contentment on my face. "Wonderful!!! I've never felt so good in my entire life!!! I love having your cock inside me!! Could I keep it there forever?" I asked, laughing at him. "Well, that might make for some problems getting a table at a restaurant!" he joked back at me. I could tell he was as happy as I was! "Now, I want you to pull up, just a little and see how that feels." he said, concern returning to his voice. He was so scared that he would hurt me, but I felt nothing but pleasure and love for him. I pulled up until his cock was about half way out of my ass and then I slid back down, rubbing his cock against my swollen prostate. Wow! What a rush! The feelings ripped though my bowels and spread throughout my whole body! My cock was so hard and leaking cock-honey down over my balls and onto Scott's stomach. I knew that I was already so close to cumming that I was afraid that I would do it without Scott actually fucking me! Just me fucking myself on his cock, which was not what I wanted. "Can we change things now, Scott?" I asked. "It feels really good but I don't want to cum this way! I want to cum with you fucking me, please!" "Anything for the Birthday Boy'!" he laughed. I pulled off his cock and, as he got up, I lay down and put my legs up in the air. He quickly got between them and lifted them onto his shoulders while he placed his cock at my eager hole. He slid completely into me with one, smooth motion and I almost lost it right then! I reached up and put my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down so that he was kissing me while his cock began to pump in and out of my ass. I broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes. "Fuck me, Scott! Fuck me HARD! I want you to cum inside me! I want to feel you cum inside my ass!" I said softly, never taking my eyes from his! He didn't answer. He just started doing what I wanted. Fucking me - HARD! Before I knew it, his cock was flying in and out of my ass and we were both moaning in our mutual pleasure. Suddenly, I felt my cock begin spewing cum as his cock pushed me to orgasm without even touching myself. My ass was gripping his cock like I wanted to keep it inside me forever and soon he was joining me in orgasm. I could feel his hot cum spraying in my guts and the feeling was overwhelming to me! He was mine! And I was his. Nothing could ever change the fact that Scott had taken my cherry. He collapsed on top of me, nuzzling and licking that spot where my neck and shoulder joined as I did the same to him. The smell of his sweaty body kept my cock hard. My ass began tightening around his cock and I felt it growing back to full hardness. "If you keep doing that," Scott whispered in my ear "you're going to find yourself being pounded again!" "But I'm not doing it!" I giggled. "My ass is doing it all on its own. Maybe you should pound it again to teach it a lesson!" "I've got a better idea," he said. And he did! He started slowly pumping in and out of my ravished ass and kissing and licking my face. He slowly made love to me for the next hour. I had never experienced such passion or love from anyone in my life and I came two more times before he did! Without doubt, this was the best birthday I ever had! And I haven't even gotten to see my Dad yet today! When he was done, he collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock throbbing in my ass. I was so drained but so content. Scott raised up and smiled down at me. "Happy Birthday, Grunt!" "Thank you! That was the best present I think I've ever got!" I grinned at him. "I've got one more for you, if you want it?" he smirked. "What's that?" I asked, confused. What else could there be? "I need to take a piss. You want it?" he asked with a grin on his face. Did I want it? DID I!!! "Yes! Gimme all your hot piss, right up my ass! Just like I did for you!" I screamed! He closed his eyes for a second and I felt his hot piss begin to fill my bowels. It was an incredible feeling! Heat and fullness! And it was another part of Scott! As he pissed inside me, he kissed me very gently and nibbled lightly on my lower lip. I groaned with the intense feeling of it all. I raised up and pushed my lips hard against his. Now my day was complete. "Scott, how much time do we have until we have to be at the gate for our flight?" I asked. "Oh, about 2 hours. Why?" "Because I'm really hungry! Can we go get something to eat?" I begged. "Sure, Grunt! Anything you want! Let's go take a shower and then we can go chow down!" he smiled at me. OCEANSIDE The phone was ringing as we walked in the door from our morning run. "Hello! Yes, this is Mike Hewitt. Oh, Ok...yes...his what?...oh, his friend...Ok...thanks for calling!" "Who was that this early?" asked Hank, my lover of 10 years. "It was the airline. Grunt will be arriving at 2:30 this afternoon." "So I guess the weather cleared between here and Houston?" "Yeah, but there was something funny." I said. "What's that?" asked Hank. "It seems that Grunt and his friend' will be arriving." I explained. "His friend??? What friend???" "His Marine friend! At least that's what the airline said. I wonder who the hell he could have met?" I said wondering what the hell was going on with my son. "Well, if it's a jarhead, you don't have anything to worry about. He was well protected." Hank said. "Yeah, well protected from everything except the jarhead!" I laughed. "You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?" Hank asked incredulously. "You're not thinking that some young jarhead took advantage' of your son's virtue'?" Hank laughed. "It's NOT funny!" I said, trying very hard not to laugh myself! "I mean it's not beyond the realm of possibility. You took advantage of mine!" "Oh right! You sat there staring at my crotch with your tongue hanging out down to the floor, slobbering all over yourself and I took advantage of you! Yeah! Tell me another one!" Hank answered almost doubling over with laughter. "Besides, were you planning on taking advantage of him yourself? Do I hear jealousy here?" "NO! Don't be silly!" I said with a wounded expression. "But he's only 15! He shouldn't be picking up strange jarheads in airports!" I said defensively. "Oh, and what about that young jarhead we picked up in Chicago last December? Hmmm?" Hank inconsiderately reminded me. "That's different! We both over 21!" I protested. "Yeah, but HE wasn't, Big Boy!" I wish sometimes that Hank was a little less intelligent and had a little worse memory! "Besides," Hank pointed out "Grunt is 16 - not 15!" "He is NOT!" I insisted. "He's 15 years old!" "He's 16, Mike! As of today!" Hank helpfully reminded me. "Oh. Yeah, that's right. I forgot." I said sheepishly. "I don't think there's anything to worry about here." said Hank. "You've always told me how gung ho' about Marines that Grunt is. If he found one on the flight, you know he'd want to talk to him!" "Yeah, I guess so. But I sure want to meet this jarhead when they arrive!" I insisted. "God! You sound like Daddy meeting his daughter's boyfriend at the front door with a shotgun!" Hank said, barely able to speak from laughing so hard. "Ok, Ok! Knock it off! I'm just worried about my son is all!" I said defensively. "Ok, Mike! I understand. You're worried because he was supposed to be here yesterday and you're disappointed that you've waited so long for him and he's not here yet." Hank said quietly. "I'm sorry." I said, "I don't mean to snap at you. You're right. I'm worried and I'm disappointed. I jumping all over something that I don't know the first thing about. I'm just being stupid. And I know it." "Ok, just so long as you know it." Hank smiled at me. I started laughing at myself! Nobody but Hank can make me stop taking myself so seriously so quickly. That's one of the things I love most about him. "Look, we've got several hours before we have to leave to go pick him up, so I have a very good idea of how to reduce some of your tension...." Hank looked at me suggestively as he spoke. "Yeah? And what did you have in mind?" I played along with his very transparent plan. "Oh, I don't know. We could go back in our bedroom and I bet that something would pop up', whatdaya think? Hmmmmm?" "Oh, I guess there is a possibility of something like that happening." I said, sniggering to myself. We went back into our bedroom and Hank, rather than getting on our bed, got down on his knees in front of me. "Sir, this humble slave begs for the privilege of sucking on your cock, Sir!" he said in a perfect imitation of a leather slave. Ok, I could play along with this! "Slave, you may open my jeans. With your teeth!" I ordered him in my best "Master" voice. I thought that one would give him some problems. Not Hank! He had my jeans open and around my ankles in nothing flat and his nose buried in my sweaty, pissy jock breathing deeply of scent. "Ohhhhh! Eau de Mike! Worth at least $100 an ounce! My favorite fragrance!" he said between whiffs of my fragrant crotch. Then he started to chew on my jock, sucking all the sweat and piss out of it and making my cock rock hard with his warm spit and hot breath. Of course, with his love of chewing my jocks, they didn't last usually more than a few weeks, but it was worth replacing them to keep him happy. "Ok, slave! Time to get my cock down your cocksucking throat!" I ordered him. This was a game we played occasionally. Neither of us took it seriously. But it was fun to order him around and have him do what I wanted. Not that he didn't usually fulfill my fantasies completely! But this was just one more way to keep our sex life interesting after 10 years together. He pulled down my jock with his teeth and buried my cock deep in his throat with one swift gulp. He ended up with his nose buried in my sweaty pubes alternately sucking on my cock and sniffing my bush. I knew this wasn't going to last long the way it was going. My cock was already drooling cock-snot and my load of cum was not far behind. I didn't want to cum down his throat. I needed to really pound his ass and get rid of some of the tension I was feeling. And I wanted to make this last and I could do that better with me in control. "Ok, slave, lay face down on the bed and spread your fuckin' ass cheeks so I can see that faggot hole of yours!" I growled. Hank eagerly and quickly obeyed and I was soon staring at his pulsing hole. With that vision, there was only one thing I could do! I buried my face in his fragrant ass, taking possession of his ass trench with my tongue. I sucked on his butthole and shoved my tongue as far up it as I could reach! The taste of the inside of his ass was ambrosia to me and an swabbed it out for quite a while. Finally, I figured his ass was sloppy enough to fuck and just spit on my cock and shoved it straight up his shitchute without stopping or asking permission! I heard him grunt in pleasure and pain. "Shut up, Slave! You know you love it! You love it when your Master shoves his cock up your ass!" "Sir, Yes, Sir!" Hank answered like a green boot. I proceeded to pound his ass and quickly unloaded a very healthy load of cum in his guts. I pulled out just as rapidly, receiving another grunt from my "slave". "Slave! Have you cum?" I asked, letting my cock drip on his butt. "Sir! NO, Sir!" he screamed into the mattress. "You must follow my orders? Correct, Slave?" "Sir, Yes, Sir!" Hank screamed out again. "Good, slave! Then here is my next order - FUCK ME, SLAVE!!" I screamed in my best "DI" voice! "SIR, YES SIR!" Hank screamed, rising from the bed and throwing me face down on it! Hank pulled open my ass cheeks and buried his face in my butt. I felt him sucking on my butthole and shoving his tongue in my hole. He feasted on my ass for a while and then rose over me and I heard him spit on his cock and then, without warning, he shoved his hard 9 inches straight up my hole! I grunted loudly, but he ignored it. He started shoving his cock in and out of my ass with no concern for any pain he was causing. He was pounding my ass and he was going to get off in it! What I was going through, whether or not I was getting off on his fucking was of no concern to him. He was fucking to get his rocks off and if I wanted mine, that was my problem. Of course, being nailed this hard by Hank never failed to get me off! And soon he was creaming my guts with his cum and my cum was spewing out all over the black leather cover on the bed. Hank collapsed on top of me, leaving his cock to soak in the juices and cum in my ass. He was right. My tension was now all gone. I just lay there enjoying the warmth, smell and weight of Hank on me. I felt totally safe, totally protected and totally sated! How many men can say that! Ever! Finally, we dragged ourselves to the shower where we took turns pissing on each other and washing each other's bodies in between deep, soulful kisses. This is one of the reasons that Hank and I never shower together unless we have plenty of time to do it! If we're in a hurry, we take separate showers. We dressed in our khaki uniforms and headed off to the airport in San Diego. As I pulled out of the driveway, I realized that we would be bringing my son home and our lives would never be the same again.