Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2008 13:50:42 -0800 (PST)
From: greenpanther20@yahoo.com
Subject: Destined Salute 3

	Miguel felt as if nothing else mattered. Here at this moment,
holding Armando in his arms, felt as if his purpose was finally being
fulfilled. He'd joined the Marines to protect others, and in the Marine
Corp he had found comrades, brothers in arms, but they, like him, in their
own way sought to protect something as well. Miguel never felt as if he was
protecting the one thing that mattered to him the most. It didnt fulfill
him. Miguel had trained himself, disciplined himself, and had become
physically an impressive man. Mentally, he had always sought to improve, to
use his focus to channel his frustrations and be the best. This was
why. Being able to finally have something to protect, to cherish, to call
his own. That was what holding Armando right now in his arms was all
about. The steady rhythm of Armando's breathing as he relaxed, finally, in
Miguel's arms made Miguel ache to be one with him again. That trust that
Armando was giving him was what Miguel knew he'd been searching for. Miguel
could feel the warmth and potential love radiating from Armando. Could
smell the scents that were a heady mixture of cinnamon and passion from
Armando's skin. Firmly, but not harshly, Miguel rubbed Armando's arms, abs,
and legs. Armando's breathing got heavier at this new sensation. Squirming
a bit, Armando wanted to say stop, but his body had already shut off any
protests. This massive Marine, built to kill was the only way to describe
him, had already killed any protests Armando might have tried to rally
behind. "You are mine. I have wanted you ever since I saw you. I waited,
and held back, and it was worth it. There is no one else who can compare to
you." Armando snorted. "You say that to all the guys you have benefits
with." Miguel chuckled, his deep voice so close to Armando's ears vibrated
his senses and made him shiver with desire. "I will never have another
friend with benefits, you are all the fun I need. You are all I wanted. I
dont give a fuck about any of those guys anymore. I'm off the fuckin market
now." Armando felt the emotions in him conflicted. The ones that reacted to
Miguel's powerful and overwhelming touch, and the one that was getting
harder to feel when it protested this whole sensation. "What if I dont
think you are the one for me? What if you find someone else later on in
life? What if you get deployed elsewhere? Am I supposed to be some little
betty crocker wife or something for you?" Miguel's hands stopped rubbing
Armando.  His arms encircled Armando and held him firmly. A bit tense,
Armando knew his questions had caused a reaction in Miguel. "You have to be
the one for me. I dont want anyone else, dont even think of that fuckin
shit. We have numerous ways to get stationed together, since we are in the
same career field and in need of joint mission cooperations." Armando
gasped when Miguel squeezed him. Holding him now firmly, Miguel whispered
into Armando's ear. "I already know what you are capable of, and I know how
big your heart is. If you know you are mine, you will never cheat on me,
ever. You dont ever want to see someone feel my anger for trying to get
between us." Armando's temper sparked. "I'm not your property. I have
responsibilities and a life of my own." Miguel's muscles tensed, and then
abruptly relaxed. "I know that, you are not my property, but I wont let
some fuckin bastard try to take what I love without at least fuckin their
shit up to remind them who your boyfriend is." Armando was surprised. "Did
you just say boyfriend?" Miguel's arms squeezed, but less pressure this
time. "Well, that is what I was going for. You and I, boyfriends, until you
can accept my love completely. Then eventually we will be partners for
life." Armando felt his thoughts go wild. "You really thought that far
ahead?" Miguel chuckled as he nuzzled Armando's neck. "Hell yeah, I told
you, you are the only one for me. I dont fuck around when I make a promise
to myself or another." Armando pulled away. "How can you know that much?
You and I only-" Armando felt himself get hot in the face. Remembering
instantly how powerful the sex had been, how much his whole body had craved
Miguel's, how he'd felt himself fulfilled in a way never imagined, it came
back to him. Miguel was looking at him now with those same eyes. The lust,
the passion, the focus, it was enough to give Armando a thrill and a fright
at the same time. "You think I just decided this after sex? Fuck, you have
alot to learn about me. I watched you the whole time you arrived. I found
out everything I could about you. You think i'm that much of a fuckin
jarhead or somethin?" Armando felt intimidated by this. "Well, how was I to
know?" Armando lamely stated as Miguel pulled him into his body. "I know
you're far smarter than this shit." Miguel's lips brushed across Armando's
for only a moment. That moment alone, with Miguel touching and stroking
Armando's chest as he looked into Armando's eyes and held him with his
hypnotic stare, brought a feeling of shame and yet hope for
Armando. Ashamed that he had never once thought to observe and find out
about this Marine. This man, this wetdream fantasy of every twink, didnt
just spontaneouly choose him, or consider him a trick. This latin hotthrob
had all but labeled him property of a United States Marine, and was not
playing around. Armando vaguely thought of the Marine's Motto: Semper
Fi. 'Always faithful. But is it true?' Armando thought as he looked into
Miguel's eyes. That was all Miguel needed. Satisfied with what he saw in
the eye contact, He leaned in and pressed his lips to Armando's. His body
moved and rested on top of Armando's. The sensation awakened the feelings
in Armando, and before he could mentally defend himself from it, his
inhibitions were gone. Miguel kissed and stroked Armando everywhere.
Armando couldnt even keep himself from moaning and crying out with the need
and desire he was feeling.  Couldnt think about anything, didnt want to
think about anything.  All Armando wanted now was to feel this powerful
connection with Miguel. The way Miguel firmly but lovingly held him to
ensure Armando didnt squirm and go nuts, the powerful scent of Miguel's
body, the rush that he brought when he touched a sensitive spot on
Armando. With his tongue, with his hands, with his body, it didnt matter.
Armando couldnt even remember when his clothes had come off. He had nothing
on but his g-string. Miguel similarly was down to his skivvies. Armando
felt the embaressment come to him now at remembering that tiny piece of
cloth that covered practically nothing of his assets. Armando started to
slip them off, but was stopped by Miguel. In a heartbeat, Miguel easily
flipped Armando over and layed back down on him completely. "There was a
reason why I had you wear that piece of underwear. Its time you found out
why." Armando was now nervous as Miguel stroked his arms, his neck, his
back, kissed a trail from his shoulders down to the small of his
back. Armando wanted to tell Miguel to stop, but the sensations and the
physical presence reminded him that he was helpless before this marine.
Miguel had seen his target, and like all Marines, was locked and loaded.
Rubbing Armando's back to help relax him, Miguel now observed the object of
affection. If anything, it looked even better to him than ever before. This
ass that had been cherry less than 24 hours ago, was the only place that
Miguel wanted to be in. It smelled good, tasted better to Miguel's tongue,
felt perfect when Miguel squeezed and kneaded it. His firm hands massaged
Armando's ass and Armando groaned at how well Miguel could release the
tension. The string in between Armando's ass cheeks looked so erotic to
Miguel. Gently, Miguel used his teeth to grab the string. Pulling on it, he
grinned like a wolf with its favorite bone. Armando had tensed up in
anticipation, and Miguel didnt disappoint him. Releasing the string, he was
satisfied when it snapped back into Armando's ass.  Armando's ass
immediately clamped down on it, and the sight was incredible. That
beautiful latin ass, so golden brown and tanned perfectly, was now revealed
in all its powerful glory. An ass you could bounce a quarter off of, hell
could bounce a brick off of if Miguel wanted to. Miguel massaged Armando's
ass until it relaxed again, then repeated the string snapping again. Miguel
didnt tire of watching the same thing happen each time. He loved that
Armando could be fooled into clamping his ass before Miguel released the
string. Miguel would wait until he saw Armando flinch and then release the
string. Armando was grunting by that point and started to turn over to have
this blush inducing event stop. Miguel growled a warning and held Armando
down.  Pressing his body back onto Armando's, he kissed his ear before he
held it in his teeth gently. Speaking softly, but in a firm tone through
his teeth, he pressed Armando down into the bed. "The fun has only started.
Trust me, I am not going to hurt you, but for damn sure you are going to
feel what I can do for you." Armando licked his lips and waited. He couldnt
understand why he couldnt even tell Miguel anything. He'd faced bullies,
opponents, any number of events and people that challenged him and always
before he could handle his own. Now, this Marine who had taken his
virginity and left him craving more had only to say to trust him and
Armando found himself doing so. "No more snapping the string." Armando
managed to get out. "No more snapping the string for now, but I have
something else I am going to do now." Miguel said as he hungrily pressed
his hands on Armando's wrist to alert him not to move. sucking on Armando's
broad back and then licking his way down, he felt his needs become more
aggressive. Moving down finally to Armando's beautiful smooth latin ass,
Miguel kissed each cheek. Licking and rubbing his nose in that firm set of
muscled mounds, Miguel felt heady with how good it felt. Armando wasnt even
aware he was flexing since the sensations had taken him into another state
of mind. Having a guy touch your most intimate area with his most talented
tongue and lips would do that to most. Miguel sucked on Armando's ass
cheeks and even nibbled on them. Breathing hard, Miguel let the Marine in
him get more aggressive. Sinking his teeth in enough to make Armando yelp
with the stimulation, but not enough to cause real pain, Miguel held on and
growled his approval. Armando squirmed at feeling his ass be given such an
unknown sensation. On the one hand, it hadnt hurt, but the stimulation had
certainly taken him by surprise. Miguel did this over and over, biting each
cheek in various places only enough to leave a temporary mark. Miguel
admired his handiwork. Seeing his mark on Armando's smooth and golden
tanned ass was a huge turn on. Miguel hungrily released Armando's arms and
grabbed those two ass muscles. Massaging them, and lightly slapping them,
it didnt bore Miguel at all being able to just do this over and over
again. Seeing Armando squeeze his ass when he thought he was going to get
lightly swatted, the string in his ass crack being sucked in even further
if possible into his love canal, it was too much to resist anymore. Blowing
lightly on Armando's now reddened and pulsing ass, he grinned as it caused
the right reaction. Armando was able to relax and take deeper breaths
now. Easily pulling off his skivvies, Miguel layed back down and wedged his
hardened latin meat between Armando's perfect muscled and smooth latin
mounds. Grinding his cock along Armando's crack, he layed down on top of
Armando and felt how warm Armando was. His scent was overpowering, and
Miguel gently sucked on Armando's ear as he felt Armando's body relax under
the comfort of Miguel's weight. 'Aye Papito, you might try to deny, but
your body already knows mine. It relaxes when it knows I am going to enter
you and mark you as my territory. Your heart will crave me as much as mine
does for you.' Miguel ground his hips into Armando further to let him know
that Miguel was in charge. Armando felt himself move his hips as well to
the rhythm and it felt even better to do so. Miguel used a free hand to
stroke Armando's lips lightly with his fingers. Armando didnt pull away,
and mostly because he was intrigued by the notion. Miguel pressed two
fingers further onto Armando's lips, and before Armando could think twice,
he allowed those fingers to enter his mouth. The trust and intimacy of it
was rather enjoyable and it allowed Armando to relax as he felt the fingers
submit to his attention. Sucking on them slowly and hungrily, Armando
wanted to keep them in his mouth forever. Tasting Miguel, suckling those
fingers, licking them and kissing them felt right, felt empowering. Miguel
for the most part was just as turned on. Using his other hand to grab the
lube from its hiding place, he withdrew his fingers from Armando's warm and
demanding lips. Armando gasped with protest and moaned while trying to look
behind and ask what he'd done wrong. Miguel grinned as he replaced his
fingers with his mouth on Armando's. Using his now saliva wet fingers,
Miguel popped the cap and further lubed his fingers. Reaching down and
massaging the lube into Armando's now warm and still tight hole, he felt
victorious that Armando was now much easier to push into. His ass still
clamped down hard if Miguel probed too fast, but at least he was learning
the rhythm. "Yes Papito, give yourself to me, relax and enjoy this mi
amor. You know I will always give you as much pleasure as I can. Relax and
get ready for me, cause I cant hold back anymore." Miguel pulled out his
fingers from Armando's tight hole and used them to lube up his own stiff
cock. Giving his other fingers to Armando to suck on, Miguel positioned his
swollen member. Rubbing it on the outside to let Armando know what was
coming, he felt his whole body was stiff with the need. Taking deep breaths
to calm down,and then telling Armando to do the same, Miguel finally
pushed. His cock head made it in before Armando clamped down on it and held
it there without mercy. Miguel moaned at the feeling. If not for the fact
that Miguel was experienced, he would have exploded from that sensation
alone. Patiently he waited and whispered to Armando to take deep breaths
and relax. Armando did and set the rhythm for Miguel to push and then to
wait. Halfway in, Miguel felt his needs become stronger. "Papito, I want
you to take a deep breath and be ready, I cant hold out for long so i'm
gonna have to push it all the way in. Just breathe and release completely,
do not clamp up at all please. I have to be in you now, I cant hold out
anymore." Armando whimpered, but nodded. In truth, he didnt know how much
longer he could hold out either. Miguel waited until he felt Armando's ass
loosen up fully, then plunged in and held Armando with all his
might. Armando's body bucked at the sensation of being filled completely so
fast. Feeling Miguel's full body weight on him helped him from bucking and
hurting himself, but Armando was overwhelmed. Migue was everywhere at once
inside of him, the pressure causing Armando to try to force it out at the
same time. "Shhh papito, its okay, just relax, dont fight it. Its okay,
just relax." Miguel's soothing words as he gently massaged Armando were
helpful. It was all Miguel could do as he was aching from Armando's death
grip on his cock. He was going to explode if Armando didnt relax. Armando's
breath was harsh as he took deep breaths. Feeling Miguel's powerful body,
Miguel's desperate kisses on his neck, and hearing him moan from being
inside of him, Armando was finally able to relax enough. It didnt hurt, but
it was alot of pressure that Armando had to mentally ignore. Miguel felt
Armando relax and decided to distract him. Putting his fingers near
Armando's lips again, he was grateful when Armando began to suck on
them. The distraction allowed Armando to relax and Miguel finally felt his
cock under control again. keeping it fully in, he ground his hips to better
help Armando feel the pleasure. Armando moaned with Miguel's fingers in his
mouth and sucked on them even faster. Miguel used his free hand to push
Armando's ass cheek further open so he could press his leg between. Armando
started to tense, but Miguel whispered for him to take deep breaths and
relax and it worked. Miguel knew he couldnt last now, the sensation was too
intense. "Papito, get ready. Dont hold back, dont think, just cum for me."
Letting Armando nod to show he understood, Miguel drove his cock in and
began to thrust and grind. Feeling this sensation, this powerful need as he
entered Armando over and over numbed Miguel to all senses. All that
mattered now was the mating with Armando. All that mattered was giving
himself to Armando, releasing himself, and forcing his lover to know him,
love him, need him. Armando was gasping with every thrust now. Miguel's
hips were slamming his cock into Armando, and Armando felt his body crave
more.  His mind and body were numb with the pleasure, yet it made him crave
it all the more. Feeling the spot inside of him get constantly tapped by
Miguel's swollen latin meat was causing Armando to approach his limits too
fast for him to control. Miguel also felt his control gone, as he felt the
need and the build up become too much. "AYE PAPITO! AYE DIOS MIO! HOORAH!!"
Miguel yelled as he slammed his meat all the way in and felt himself
explode. Clinging to Armando, holding him tight, he came over and over
again. His whole body released itself, as Miguel held Armando down and felt
an almost overwhelming pressure on his latin cock from Armando orgasming as
well. Cumming inside of Armando was the single most powerful form of love
that Miguel could feel. It was everything he could ever want as he snuggled
up to Armando and felt his body relax and his mind drift off to sleep. He
managed to kiss Armando one last time before he could stay awake no
more. His dreams were far better and soon he felt relaxed again.
	Armando tried everything he could to avoid Miguel for the next
week. He wanted to sort out his emotions for one thing, and two he figured
that if he gave him a cold shoulder, Miguel would get the hint and find
someone else. Armando had tried distracting himself by joking and talking
with his fellow students and let himself be teased about his 21st
birthday. He went out of his way to make sure that he went to the gym at a
time when he didnt think Miguel would be around. Armando thought that all
of this would allow him to get over the feeling of passion and ache he
felt, but it did very little good. Every day the Marines passed by the
Airman dorms on their way to classes and work. Every day at formation for
the Airmen, A certain large and golden tanned latin Marine would be waiting
until formation ended and then walk either next to or behind Armando. It
became clear to those who had an interest in Armando that Miguel was
claiming him as his boyfriend and they kept a distance. One does not try to
usurp a Marine who can snap you in half with just two fingers. Armando
found it annoying that he couldnt outright tell Miguel to go away, and it
was hard to concentrate on walking when the sheer presence of Miguel
hovered near.  His scent when he was close was intoxicating to Armando.
Armando did manage to keep conversations with Miguel to more casual things,
but they also learned alot about each other. Armando was very good at
reading between the lines of a conversation. The more though that Miguel
walked with him to class, the more Armando came to admire and become
attracted to him. Armando tried taking different routes, and even making
sure to be in a group so that Miguel couldnt walk next to him.  It didnt
help all that much. Armando had to now race after class to his room or he
would be caught by Miguel. It would be very suspicious if Armando tried
running from Miguel every time he was around. Armando was exhausted by
Thursday, and realizing that he was starting to lose this test of
wills. Miguel seemed to be in a great mood and relished the challenge. To
him, Armando was only trying to avoid the inevitable, and Miguel was more
than patient at this game. Every day he woke up now feeling happy that he
had found someone that would mean everything to him.  Every day he had more
inspiration, more hope, and a growing love for Armando.  'Try all you want
to resist, cause this will only show me how much you will be determined to
make it work once you are mine.' Miguel made it clear to the other guys
that anyone who hit on Armando would be facing him. It also meant dealing
with a few guys who couldnt understand why Miguel was no longer available
for fun in their beds.  None of them mattered anymore as far as Miguel was
concerned. Even when one of the more insistent ones tried to cop a feel as
a way to try and prove that Miguel could still be roused failed. Miguel
just found the rest of the guys uninteresting now. At night, Miguel had
only to think of Armando, and he could relax and feel his body release the
tension that had built up for so long. Miguel's trusted gay friends found
it amusing to see how much the two were reacting in regard to the
relationship. One doing his best to avoid the relationship, the other doing
his best to pursue relentlessly the other. Armando doing his best to avoid
Miguel, and Miguel pursuing Armando as a cat who has spotted the
mouse. Miguel also made it a point to let everyone know that Armando was
not to have dinner guests at his table. Miguel always had Armando sit at
his table each day for breakfast lunch and dinner. When Armando had tried
to sit elsewhere, Miguel had cleverly come up to him and said to join him
in the most cheerful manner. Knowing how embaressed Armando would have been
to refuse, Miguel was pleased when Armando would reluctanlty accept. The
small victories for Miguel were fun and gave him a chance to see what he
could do to secure Armando in the relationship. He knew to give Armando
space as well, and so didnt bother him in the evenings or in between
classes.
	Friday night was, as usual, a night for everyone to go out and have
as much fun as possible. Armando had lucked out. One of the dorm guards had
contracted Poison Ivy and was being put on quarters. Armando was assigned
to replace him as a dorm guard. Armando had only to sit at a desk for the
night and clear the male airmen into the dorms. This was fun as many of the
Airmen would do everything and anything to have a female be allowed up to
their dorm rooms.  It was the policy that females were not allowed into the
men's dorms and vice-versa. However, so long as nothing happened that would
entail a late night visit from the Sergeants, male airmen were allowed to
bring females into the break room.  The break room was a large and
comfortable section that the Dorm Guard alone had the key to. It had
several huge plasma tvs and entertainment systems.  Half a dozen large and
very comfortable couches were strewn around the break room as well as a
full-sized pool table.  Often a few of the geeks would reserve the room to
play either video games or their Dungeons and Dragons.  Armando, after
making sure that the female in question was sober and understood what the
situation was, would allow the guys to take their girlfriends into the
break room so long as they left the door open. Armando in return was
treated by the guys to various treats that they offered as a means of
thanking Armando. Armando thus could happily munch on peanut butter M&Ms
and a nice bottle of Flavored water while reading a book on watch. OVerall,
Armando was quite pleased. Tomorrow he'd be up to go to the beach with
several of his classmates and have a nice relaxing day. Armando would be
barbecuing and was looking forward to it. 6am came all too soon and
Armando's relief came and released him. Armando went to his room and
changed into some sweats and layed down on top of his covers. His room was
at just the right temperature so he could just curl up and take a nice nap.
	Armando felt as if he'd just closed his eyes when he received a
knock on his door. Surprised and a bit puzzled, Armando got up and asked
who was at the door. Armando's dorm guard relief responded. Armando was
confused when the Airman said that there was someone here to see him. 'Its
too soon for the guys to come get me for the beach.' "Tell them that we are
supposed to go at 11 dude. Tell em I just got off shift." The dorm guard
paused for a moment. "I think it would be best if you told him. He said
he'd start breaking bones if you didnt come down." Armando was now
thoroughly confused. Who the heck was it? "Alright, tell whoever i'll be
down in a minute." Armando threw on some sandals, and made sure his clothes
weren't wrinkled. Heading down the stairs, he waved to a couple of the
airman who were wandering around and getting ready for the day. Armando
froze as he heard the voice below of the dorm guard trying to tell the guy
that Armando would be down soon. He sounded quite nervous. The reason why
became clear when Armando saw the hulking figure standing at the
entranceway. Miguel looked every bit as hot and intimidating as ever. His
tight shirt and jeans hugged his powerful and cut form as he looked at the
dorm guard with a very menacing glare. The dorm guard spotted Armando at
the stairs and sighed in relief as he nodded to Miguel that Armando was
here. Miguel turned and had a huge and silly grin on his face at seeing
him. Armando raised an eyebrow at how quick he was to change his
expressions. "So it was you who woke me up before I could even get a chance
to sleep." Miguel looked amused. "My bad. No problem. We can head up and
you can relax while I chill at your pad." Miguel started to walk up. He
looked expectantly at the dorm guard to release the electronic lock. The
dorm guard was now in a bind. Only if an airman gave permission could he
have a guest, and it had to be a male. On the other hand, this Marine had
clearly showed he was not one to mess with, and any danger possible was not
to be allowed into the dorms. "I dont think so, I have to get a good bit of
rest since i'm going to the beach today. A group of us are gonna have some
fun and I dont have time to waste. Have a good day." Miguel's eyes took on
a hungry and menacing quality. He didnt like what he heard one bit. Armando
was not worried. He started to walk back up the stairs. Then he heard the
click and buzz of the door and froze. Turning to the dorm guard he stared
at him with panic rising. The dorm guard looked apologetic for just a
moment, then Armando found himself picked up and thrown over Miguel's
shoulder. Miguel easily walked up the stairs with Armando and didnt even
hesitate to smack Armando's now available ass when Armando tried to squirm
out of the hold. "What room?" Miguel asked calmly and with a hint of
charm. "You can drop me off in the break room thank you very-OW!!!" Armando
had felt the sting of that slap to his ass as Miguel once again asked him
the question. Armando reluctantly told him and let his body droop at the
defeat. Armando was out of his element in dealing with a guy like
Miguel. At his door, Miguel made Armando give him his key and he carried
him into his room. With no effort whatsoever, he closed the door and
rotated Armando into his arms in one fluid motion. Armando was ready to
start a tirade of what he thought of Miguel when he was laid on his bed,
and his mouth covered by Miguel's. A combination of being tired, the
sensation, and Miguel's presence prevented Armando from protesting at
all. "We will take a nap together. We have plans today, and so you will
just have to tell your group that something came up." Armando tried to
protest, but Miguel wasnt listening. Flipping Armando onto his side, Miguel
spooned him and layed down next to him. Nuzzling the nape of Armando's
neck, Miguel breathed in the intoxicatingly refreshing scent of Armando's
body. Miguel didnt think there was anything more wonderful at that
moment. Armando had clearly taken a shower before going to rest, and his
whole body was just right in temperature. Wrapping his arms around Armando,
Miguel felt as if he was complete again. Armando tried squirming, but
realizing that Miguel wasnt letting go and too tired to keep a stiff back,
Armando relaxed and let exhaustion take him to the sandman's slumber.
	Armando woke up feeling relaxed and comfortable. The extra warm and
thick blanket covering him was producing a rhythmic pulse that Armando
found wonderful to feel through his whole body. Armando wanted to pull the
blanket over his entire body though, The blanket didnt feel right when he
tried, it was both hard, but soft, and the part he grabbed to cover himself
with seemed to be also moving in different ways. Armando opened his eyes
jus as Miguel woke up and chuckled. "I'm glad you think of me as a
comfortable object, but could you please stop pulling on my fingers?"
Armando jolted and tried to sit up. Miguel, sensing the rise in tension,
grabbed Armando and held him to prevent this. "What are you doing in my
room? How'd you get in here?" Armando stopped struggling,and tried to turn
his body away from Miguel. Miguel was tired of this though. Moving his body
on top of Armando's, he wedged his legs between Armandos. "Enough of this
shit. You're going to have to get used to waking up next to me, so quit
with this disorientation." Armando managed to calm down, but part of him
wanted to shove Miguel off. How could this Marine, a jarhead no less, cause
so many emotions to go off in Armando's heart? Armando stopped struggling
and glared at Miguel. "Do not look at me that way. We are past that by
now. I dont want to see you giving me glares again. Its not nice to give
your boyfriend an annoying look. Specially when your smile is much better
to look at." Armando flushed, and turned his head away. Only to have it
pulled back face to face with Miguel. "And dont look away ashamed at this
anymore. My boyfriend is gonna be just as proud of me as I am of
him."Armando was hypnotized by those eyes. Passionate, powerful, yet in
them was something that Armando felt a strong attraction to. Before he knew
it, Miguel had planted his lips on Armando's, and Armando found himself
responding. Seeing that as a go ahead. Miguel wrapped his arms around
Armando fully and laid fully on him. The weight on top of him, the physical
contact, was perfect to Armando. Miguel kissed Armando all over his neck,
his lips, his ears, and the stimulation was causing Armando to arch his
back high. Miguel was in control and was going to show Armando how powerful
their connection was. Without intending to, Armando began exploring
Miguel's body. Hesitantly, he touched Miguel's shoulders. Miguel layed his
head next to Armando's neck and moaned. Seeing that it was okay, Armando
rubbed Miguels' shoulders and found it to be a wonderful sensation. Miguel
began moaning and rubbing his body on Armando's in rhythm with Armando's
massage. Curious now, Armando began to rub up and down on Miguel's
shoulders. Those powerful shoulders were hard as rock, but the more
attention Armando gave them with his expert hands, the more relaxed and
compliant they became. The tight shirt made it somewhat harder to massage,
but Armando was quick to adapt. Entering his zone, Armando began to knead
all the knots in Miguel away. Miguel clung to Armando, amazed at this
change. It felt so good to have his body touched and in such a peaceful
intention. Without knowing why, Miguel allowed Armando to move out from
under him. Armando directed Miguel to take off his shirt, and Miguel
complied. He was excited, and happy on an extreme. A click of a plastic
bottle, and then Armando's hands were now touching Miguel's back. The body
warm liquid smoothly spread over Miguel's back and Miguel learned of
Armando's greatest talent. Armando's intuition was superior. He could
easily apply just the right pressure, find the knots that were in desperate
need of being undone, and give Miguel a sense of overwhelming love. Miguel
didnt know what triggered it, but the smooth and rhythmic relaxation of
Armando's massage brought up his emotions. Miguel was on the verge of
crying. The tension release was too much for him to be able to handle. For
so long he'd been tense, been on edge, had guarded himself from everything,
and hadnt ever let himself feel this powerful emotion, love. Now, there was
only one person he wanted, needed, loved, and that person had broken
through his most guarded defense. Miguel thought he would feel ashamed at
this vulnerability, but the fact that Armando did not change his rhythm one
bit and continued to massage him with care and expert hands said he knew
and was not disgusted by it. Miguel was surprised that Armando had massaged
not just his back, but his arms and even his hands. Miguel never realized
the tension in his hands until Armando rubbed them. Miguel couldnt even
hold back his moans and growls of pleasure. Armando had tugged on Miguel's
belt, indicating that Miguel was to take off his pants. Miguel didnt even
hesitate. Armando didnt comment on Miguel's sexy red jock strap, but
continued to massage every part of Miguel's lower body. Miguel's ass was
kneaded and almost worshipfully handled. Miguel was rather damn proud of
his fine ass. Seemed all Marines had an ass that others would just find
irresistable to touch. Hell, even among his fellow Marine brothers, there
was no problem playing grab ass and commenting on another guy's ass. Miguel
had never been fucked, but he did enjoy rimming if the guy was good at
it. Several versatile guys Miguel had hooked up with had begged Miguel to
let them fuck him, but Miguel had declined. Now, as Miguel could almost
feel his body be released of the burdens of having to prove himself, always
act tough, never show his emotions, he was sure that he would want Armando
to bury himself in Miguel's ass someday soon. None of that mattered
now. His body was Armando's to command, to control, to do as he
wished. Armando reached Miguel's feet, and Miguel thought he'd stop
there. He was wonderfully proven wrong when Armando massaged his feet, his
ankle, his toes, everything. Indicating to Miguel to turn over, Armando sat
on the bed facing away from Miguel as he continued to massage Miguel's
foot. Miguel was moaning louder now, and having to restrain himself from
reaching up, grabbing Armando, and making love to him as passionately as
possible. Armando never seemed to tire of massage. Indeed, he loved to
massage and had taken classes to learn. It was something he loved to do in
his pasttime, and it brought a great pleasure to him whenever a customer
had left with a huge smile on their face. Armando didnt know why he had
wanted to massage Miguel, but he was glad he had. Miguels' body had been in
desperate need of it. The tensions, the knots, the riggidness was
unhealthy.  Too many athletes had suffered alot because their bodies were
too tense. Massage allowed a body to regain its calm and more relaxed
state. This allowed much better flow of the system. Armando understood
this, and when he massaged, he used this concept as a sort of mantra to
focus his massage. 'Release the tension, relax the body, let their energies
flow again.' Armando would repeat in his head as he massaged. In this way,
he never tired of massage. His focus and technique were excellent as a
result. The reaction to his massage from Miguel though had given Armando a
wonderful idea. Finishing with Miguel's feet, which Armando had found to be
well cared for which was unusual for a guy, Armando indicated Miguel was to
turn over. Miguel did so, and Armando carefully began to massage his way up
to Miguel's neck. Miguel, unaware of what this could entail, relaxed and
enjoyed the attention. Armando massaged the back of Miguel's neck and was
rewarded with just the reaction that he wanted. Miguel's moaning stopped
and his breathing became heavier and longer. Slowly massaging Miguel in
rhythm to his new breathing pattern, Armando expertly rubbed Miguel's head
and behind his ears. All too soon, Armando could hear the tell tale sign
that Miguel was about to fall asleep. Letting his hands become gentler, but
still rhythmic to Miguel's breathing, he waited. Sure enough, before Miguel
was aware of it, he fell asleep. He didnt even dream at all.
	Armando, grinning at the victory, slowly moved off the bed and
changed quickly into his beach shorts and shirt. Grabbing his beach gear
and his key from the desk where Miguel had placed it, he grinned at Miguel,
sleeping deeply in his bed. Thoughtfully, Miguel wrote a quick note on a
pad of paper and left it where Miguel would see it easily. As he walked out
the door, Armando smiled affectionately at the slumbering Marine in his
bed.
	Miguel dreamed that he and Armando were at the beach. A beach full
of beautiful and barely dressed men. Each of them tanned to perfection,
built like greek and latin gods. As they walked along the beach, Miguel
looked down at Armando. Armando smiled up at him, and reached out to hold
his hand. Miguel felt as if everything became brighter with this simple
gesture. Numerous guys began to approach Armando though and try to entice
him. Some posed for him to show they were stronger, some grabbed their
pouches to show they were bigger, others flashed their jewelry and their
bling to show they were richer. Each time Miguel tried to push them away,
but he couldnt approach them. Armando tried insisting that he was not
interested, but the more he protested, the more they came. Each of them
wanted Armando to leave Miguel, but Armando wouldnt. Leaning up against
Miguel's arm, and clinging to him, he told the others that Miguel was all
he would ever need ever. Miguel reached out to hold Armando and never let
go- When Miguel woke up abruptly. Miguel blinked at the dream. It had been
a relief that Armando chose him even though Miguel couldnt stop the others,
and Miguel stretched his body and fancied he could smell the scent of
Armando on his bed. Breathing in deeply, Miguel felt no tension at all in
his body. It felt good to relax, to just lay there and enjoy Armando's
attention. Then Miguel realized though what was not quite right. Armando
was not massaging him anymore. Curious, Miguel rolled over and looked
towards the chair expecting Armando to be there. Armando was not. The room
was darker than it had been this morning. Miguel started to sit up, but
felt a piece of paper when he tried to. Grabbing the paper, Miguel opened
it up and read the simple note: I WIN. Better LuCK NEXT TIME. Signed-
Armando. Miguel crumbled the paper into his fist and growled. He'd been
tricked. Armando had known what he was doing by massaging Miguel, and
Miguel had fallen for it. Miguel though just couldnt stay tensed up with
anger. Instead, he grinned. Seems Armando had caught on and was determined
to have victories of his own 'If its a contest to see who will win, me or
him, then he has only won one battle, and I am still on higher
ground. Armando will learn the fun way that a Marine doesnt lose, EVER.'
Miguel threw on his clothes and called up his friend. He was going to find
Armando.  He'd had plans for this weekend and he was going to make sure
they were carried out. Even if he had to drag Armando there.
	Armando felt great. He couldnt stop his smiling and he approached
everything at the beach with a gusto. His small victory, while only one,
was enough to prove that Armando wasnt always going to be vulnerable to
Miguel's powerful presence. Armando's group were all enjoying their time at
the beach with numerous activities. Armando and a Navy female from his
sister class had taken over barbecuing and setting up the food
respectively. Armando expertly timed his preparations, and made sure to add
just the right amount of seasonings to the meats. Since everyone had
pitched in, Armando had decided to make Pork Chops and Seasoned Tri Tip for
sandwiches. Heads of corn had been buttered and wrapped in foil and placed
on the barbecuer as well. Jose, one of Armando's classmates, had offered to
take over for a bit so as Armando could go out and chill with the others,
but after burning a whole pork chop, which the local cats at the beach were
more than willing to consume, Armando decided to just handle the barbecue
himself. The others in the group sat around and bitched and gossiped about
various things going on in the squadron and individuals. Armando joked
around when they brought up the topic of the unusual going ons between
Armando and Miguel. "Its like he's fixated on you. I dont know what you did
Armando, but I'd wager that he'd kick the shit out of anyone who tried to
hit on you. Its like he is claiming you as his bitch or something." The
others roared with laughter at the idea. Armando, built to be a powerful
athlete, was not one to ever give the impression he was a bitch. Armando
laughed with them, and thought about it a bit. Deep down, that was what
Armando somewhat disliked. The idea that others would think of him as
Miguel's bitch. His property, his lapdog, and to be discarded at any
time. Armando sighed as he shrugged it off. It wasnt going to happen
ever. Armando was no one's bitch, and he'd be damned if he let Miguel ever
have the right to say that. The group was enjoying the meal and
complimenting Armando and Jeanne, when Armando got a distince feeling. The
ringing in his ear, an old wives tale that said when your ear rings someone
is looking for you, might have proven true after all. Armando looked
around, and all too soon saw a more than familiar figure walking up and
down the beach with a determined look on his face. The fact that he was
already so close to Armando's group was surprising. It was a large beach,
but Miguel couldnt have started at one end and made his way this way. 'How
does he do that?' Thought Armando as he lowered himself in his seat a
bit. Armando's group, now relaxed and food settled after the great
barbecue, were ready to go out and feel the waves. "I'll help clean up."
Armando stated quickly. "Naw, as the chef, you get to go have fun, we got
this." Said Jeanne as the other females got to work. Taylor brought out the
frisbee and the guys ran out to toss it around. Armando sighed as he
followed. It was his hope that Miguel might walk by before they went out to
the sands, but no such luck. As Taylor threw the frisbee, it arced too high
and landed right near Miguel. Miguel reached down and picked up the
frisbee. He looked up at the group, saw Armando, and grinned in
victory. Walking up to the guys, he smiled knowingly as he tossed the
frisbee back to Taylor. "There you are dude, you're gonna be late. We gotta
go." Armando was confused. Miguel didnt appear to be angry at all. Armando
was puzzled as well. What was he talking about? Late for what? "Hey
Armando, did you forget something hommes?" Jose asked as he stole the
frisbee from Taylor. "I, uh, I didnt think I-" "Dang boy, no time for that,
if we want to make it to the most awesome fuckin concert ever we gotta get
going now!" Miguel said as he pretended to tackle Armando. Before Armando
could protest, Miguel had picked Armando up again and had him laying over
his shoulders. "Sorry guys, gotta kidnap this one. The concert starts
tonight and we have to drive out to see it." The guys expressed their
sympathy, though Pablo and Taylor looked at Miguel and Armando with a very
questioning look. "Come on little guy, lets get this show on the road."
Armando didnt see where he had much choice since he was being held up by
Miguel in a position that he couldnt get out of easily. "Couldnt you at
least give me the dignity of walking on my own?" Armando grumbled as he
helplessly watched his friends wave to him and get started on their
game. "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me." Armando
sighed loudly as he went limp to let Miguel know he wasnt going to try
anything. Miguel, satisfied, walked up to the SUV that was waiting for
him. Miguel had borrowed it from Mathew's boyfriend, and it was
awesome. "Now I dont want to have to chase you so if I put you in the car
are you going to make a run for it?" Miguel said sternly as he waited for
Armando's answer. "I was thinking about it, but at the risk of looking
ridiculous for running and having a jarhead chase me, i'll stay put."
Armando said with as much dignity as he could muster. "Good enough." Miguel
said as he opened the door and easily maneuvered Armando into the passenger
seat. Armando moved into the seat and buckled up as Miguel went around and
got into the driver's seat. "Now what concert are you talking about? Or was
that just made up?" Armando said as he folded his arms and looked out the
passenger window. Miguel grinned at how defiant Armando was trying to
be. "Uncross your damn arms and stop acting all uptight. Aint no need to
get bitchy with me just cause I won. I dont lie, we are going to a concert
and we have to get ready. which means we need to get you back to your room
so I can help you pick out what to wear." Armando felt the protest start to
rise in his throat. "No buts about it. I dont want to hear it." Miguel said
as turned the CD system on. Coldplay came on and Armando, intrigued, sat
backand listened to the music.
	Back at the base, Miguel parked the car in the parking lot next to
the airman dorms. "Lets go, we only got time for dinner and then the
concert starts." Armando broodingly got out and began to walk to his
dorms. Miguel followed right next to him. "Pretty good trick you did back
there. Only a very well trained masseus knows the proper techniques and
timing to induce a sleep like that. Give yourself a point for that, that
was something I didnt know you could do." Armando rolled his eyes, but felt
good about the small victory. "Make no mistake though, I wont fall for that
one again." Miguel said as he opened the Airman Main door and nodded for
Armando to go in. Armando glared at Miguel, who was now grinning over his
obvious victory.
	"Go take a shower, you got sand all over you and we need you
clean. I'll look at what you got and see what would be best." Armando didnt
like being ordered, but it was a sound idea, and Armando sighed as he
gathered up his toiletries, towel, and shower shoes. Leaving Miguel in his
room, Armando hurried to the showers. He didnt like the idea ever of having
a stranger in his room, especially one who had paid such close attention to
him and was more than just interested in Armando as a friend. Armando ran
into Diego who was just getting out. Diego was a classic puerto rican
athlete. Almost as tall as Armando, he had a runners' very slim build. He
grinned at Armando. With the towel wrapped around his waste, he looked
pretty damn good. Model looks, he was considered a bit of a pretty boy, and
he didnt mind since girls found him irresistible. Armando and Diego got
along pretty well, and Diego nodded to Armando and joked with him a
bit. Armando seemed distracted though, and Diego wondered about that. Diego
and a few others had already seen that the ridiculously huge Marine had
taken an interest in Armando and was a bit concerned. Armando was a bit
naive and innocent of many of the more street smart ideas, and Diego hoped
that Armando was not being taken advantage of.
	Armando showered and thought about what he should do. part of him
wanted to tell Miguel he wasnt going, but the more dominant side of him
didnt want to hurt Miguel's feelings. The warm water felt good, but Armando
knew he couldnt stay under the water forever. Scrubbing himself thoroughly,
he finished and wrapped the towel around his waist. Putting on clean
underwear from under the towel, Armando grabbed his toiletries and got to
work. After shaving, brushing his teeth, and making sure his nails were
cut, Armando walked out and to his room. Opening his door, he was surprised
that his room was dark. Walking in, he closed the door and tried to see if
anyone was in his room. The arms encircled him from behind before Armando
even had a chance to figure it out. "Been wanting to do this all
week. Holding you like this is worth the wait." Miguel had been behind the
door and had walked up behind Armando. Armando started to pull away, but
Miguel wouldnt let him. Nuzzling Armando's neck, and then nipping it
gently, got the reaction he wanted out of Armando. Keeping one hand around
Armando's waist, Miguel moved his other hand up to Armando's chest and
lightly played with Armando's pecs. Armando involuntarily arched his back,
the sensation having already stimulated him to a state of sexual
need. "Would you stop me if I was to have you right here and now? Enter you
and show you how powerful my need for you is?" Miguel asked in a hushed
tone as he touched Armando's lips very lightly with his lips. Armando
couldnt even move away as Miguel's warm breath, and words touched Armando
to the core. Muscles tensed, being held and unable to move, afraid to even
move, Armando felt helpless, but didnt care. "I asked you a question
hommes. Qué es su respuesta?" Armando moaned as Miguel held him tighter,
and actually sucked on his ear. Miguel moved his hand up to Armando's
lips. Running his fingers over Armando's lips. "Quiero oír que la respuesta
sale de esos labios. -I want to hear the answer come out of those lips."
Miguel waited and felt his body reacting to Armando trying to resist. He
wanted Armando to admit his need for Miguel as much as Miguel needed
him. He needed to hear it, needed to feel it, and didnt want to be denied
anymore. Miguel's body was aching to be in Armando, to hold him, to feel
his body in the passion of sexual frenzy.
	"Yo me puse quiero pararle jamás.- I dont ever want to stop you."
Armando felt Miguel's body sigh heavily in relief. Miguel reluctantly
released Armando. Losing the body contact brought an ache in Miguel, but he
supressed it. There would be time for all of that later. Those words from
Armando would be enough for now. Miguel grinned as he directed Armando to
put on his clothes. Armando seemed to be relieved at the release from
Miguel's sexual presence, a fact that Miguel found amusing. 'When he's hot,
he doesnt want to stop, but when he is released, he is conscious of it. In
other words, he's going to always be fun to mess with.' Thought Miguel with
delight. All manner of possibilities were starting to form as Miguel
watched Armando get dressed. There was no denying that even getting
dressed, Armando was sexy to watch. Mainly cause it was as if you were
peeking in on something. Armando just always seemed conscious of his
body. 'I wonder if he's always been like that, and what caused it?' Thought
Miguel. Miguel had always known he was a latin stud. There could be no
denying considering how much he worked out. Armando finished dressing and
raised an eyebrow at Miguel in question. "I'm dressed kinda like a thug or
something." Armando said as he looked himself over. "That's the idea
hommes. We are going to the Akon and Timbaland concert. Once in a lifetime
event here and I'll be damn if we miss it. We got reservations at the
restaurant though and we gotta go now." Miguel only gave Armando a chance
to grab up his wallet and keys before all but dragging him out the door.
	Miguel smiled at how good Armando looked. While it was true most of
his clothes might look thuggish, it was paired well to give him a look of
classy and sporty. Perfect for the restaurant they were at. Armando looked
a bit nervous at being at the restaurant in plain sight of everyone. A
number of couples and groups had greeted Miguel and after looking at
Armando, either winked or greeted him as well. Miguel knew he was showing
Armando off a little, but couldnt help it. Much like a child wanting to
show his parents his Perfect A's report card, Miguel wanted everyone to see
the love of his life. Throughout the meal, Miguel asked Armando alot of
questions about numerous things he wanted to know. Armando seemed to relax
after a bit, and started to answer a few questions, but kept looking around
as if at any moment he would be caught. Miguel found it amusing at first,
then it got tiring. "Look, there is no need to worry, did you think I would
take you to a place where people would suspect? Quit thinking about being
caught in public with me. Far as anyone who doesnt need to know further,
you and I are just friends, and to those who need to know, you and I are
more than friends." Armando glared at Miguel. "Easy for you to say, I have
alot of things to worry about more than you. For one thing, fraternization
is frowned upon alot more in my branch than yours. For another, now that
you have all but reinforced the rumors among my classmates, it is more
essential that I be more cautious now." Miguel thought about this with
embaressment. It was true, Miguel's branch usually didnt give a shit as
much about fraternization among the enlisted, but the Air Force considered
it practically a sin. Thus why they were considered the more uptight
branch. Miguel should have thought about this. Armando wasnt concerned
about being seen with Miguel, but who was seeing them together. Miguel
sighed deeply. "Well, you're right, but for now I think we can
relax. Okay?" Armandolooked a bit startled by Miguel's resignation and
admittance. 'Hmm, must have realized that there was a lot more to this than
he originally planned.'Thought Armando as he took a deep breath and nodded.
	The concert was loads of fun, and Armando was surprised by how much
he enjoyed the music. He'd never been much of a fan of main stream rap and
such. The music though had a powerful blend of dance and hip hop mixed for
good measure. Armando allowed himself to relax for the first time in so
long that he drained himself from the incredible sensation. Having had a
good dinner outside of the Chow Hall, Armando didnt realize until the full
effect hit him, that he was thoroughly tired. It felt good to release all
his pent up energy and not worry about anything for once. Miguel for the
most part seemed even happier than Armando. It was the first time he could
hold Armando on a more intimate nature without anyone giving a shit or
worrying about who saw. If he could have, Miguel might have contemplated
kissing Armando in front of everyone, but knew that he had to practise
restraint a bit. The music though fueled Miguel's desire and love for
Armando. Feeling the rhythm in his soul, and feeling the rhythm to which
Armando moved against him to, felt right to Miguel. The concert wound down
all too soon it seemed, and Miguel realized that Armando was definetly
sleepy. The fact that he allowed himself to lean against Miguel while
walking was a thrill to Miguel. No one really paid attention seeing as how
most everyone was drunk or on an energy high from the concert. Miguel was
amused when not ten minutes into the drive, Armando fell asleep
deeply. Miguel drove home, managed to dig out Armando's I.D. so as to get
on base, and contemplated the best approach.
	"Hey Miguel, what up? Which fool is this?" The guard that led into
Miguel's dorms asked Miguel as he came in carrying Armando. "Eh, just an
Airman I offered a ride to from the concert. Looks like he might have drank
too much. He'll be fine with some rest and water." The guard looked
intrigued. "Fuck man, wish I could have gone to that concert. Fuckin Dan
managed to get the chief to switch our times man. Gonna give him a load of
shit when he gets back." Miguel chuckled. "Here, managed to get an
autographed CD. You can have and we just dont write in whom I had to take
care of for the night." The dorm guard nodded as he caught the disc that
Miguel tossed him. The guard, having known of Miguel's reputation as a bit
of a man-whore, grinned. The guard, a very hot African American with hot
features, was a bit of a player himself. His current girlfriend loved to
ride his 8 inches of dick and enjoyed digging her nails into his back and
chest. Who was he to get all bent out of shape when Miguel wanted to bring
a guy into his room?