Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2001 22:09:47 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marine Encounter - Part IX

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. It is NOT TRUE. Any resemblance
between any character and any real person is thoroughly and completely
accidental. This story contains scenes of sex between males. So you're
forewarned. If this story warps your sex-drive or your previously held
opinions, feelings or desires, then it has been successful.

This story is dedicated to a real member of the USMC who is my friend and
whom I care very much about.

SPECIAL NOTE: A lot of you have written to ask if the Marine I mention
above is my lover. I do not have a lover (not that I don't want one!). The
Marine that this is dedicated to is exactly what I have described - a
friend. If you have read my stories on this website, you know that being a
friend is, to me, far more important that being a lover.

Marine Encounter - Part IX by RimPig (c) 2001

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you will notice the captain has turned off the seat
belt sign. You may now move around the cabin. We do suggest for your safety
that while you remain in your seat, you keep your seat belt securely
fastened."

We were on our way home to Fort Lauderdale. Shawn and I had stayed in New
York for 2 more days, spending time with Tim and Brad and also spending
time sightseeing, just like a honeymoon.  We were definitely acting like
two people in love.

Tim and I had a chance to get to know each other. At first, I have to
admit, I was a little concerned about how he would react to me. After all,
I had become Shawn's lover - something that he had wanted for himself at
one time. But Tim was deeply and completely in love with Brad.  In fact, he
surprised me by telling me that, in some ways, he was grateful for what
Shawn had done. He seems to feel that without that impetus, he would never
have come to New York, never met Brad and never found the love he was
really looking for.

I was very happy for him, but I was deeply concerned at well. His physical
condition was not good. Brad told us that the doctors told him to take
things one day at a time. I was able to talk Brad into bringing Tim to
Lauderdale in about four weeks. I still feel that the warmth and the ocean
breeze can do wonders for someone's health.

But we had to get back home because Shawn's friend, Mike, from San Diego
was coming with his car and his belongings. I had also talked to an
architect/designer who I knew in Lauderdale to do some re-modeling and
re-arranging of the penthouse to give Shawn his own private area within the
apartment. He would have drawings and floor plans waiting for us when we
got back. I felt that giving Shawn his own space in our home was
important. First of all, no matter how much two people love each other,
they need space from each other at times. Secondly, if he was really going
back to school, he would need a place to study. I was somewhat taken aback
when I told Shawn about the plans. He turned and walked away. I wondered
what was going on! I was afraid that for some reason he was angry. But
instead, I found him in the bedroom, looking out at Central Park with tears
rolling down his cheeks.

"What's the matter, lover?" I asked. "I thought you'd be pleased by all
this?"

He turned to me and pulled me into his arms. He hugged me tightly and
rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel him shaking with sobs. When he
calmed down, he finally began to speak.

"When I was little," he quietly said with his head still resting on my
shoulder, "I always had to share a room with my brothers. I always wanted a
room of my own. Someplace that I could just be alone and do what I
wanted. There is never anyplace like that in the Corps. And when I met you,
I figured that being together meant that I would never have my dream. I
don't know how you knew, but I'm more grateful than I can ever tell you. I
can't believe you would be so giving as to change your whole home to give
that to me!"

"First of all," I said, making him look at me. "I'm only going to repeat
this one more time. It is OUR home. Secondly, what makes you think I did
this for you, anyway? Maybe I did it because I wanted to get rid of you
sometimes."

Shawn looked at me like I had hit him. That is until I started to smile.

"Gotcha!" I cried.

Shawn got this sheepish look on his face and even managed to smile.

"Look, soldier, everybody needs some space of their own, someplace where
they can just kick back and be alone with their own thoughts. Trust me, I
need it as well. I already have a study where I can go. I want you to have
the same opportunity. And I want it because, in the end, it is good for
both of us. I don't want us to end up bickering with each other because we
just get sick and tired of being around each other all the time. This
doesn't mean I don't love and adore you, but eventually we're going to want
time to ourselves. I'm glad this has made you happy because I love making
you happy but I basically did it for both of us. Ok?"

"Ok. But I still am very grateful to you." he said.

"Well, I can think of several ways for you to show that gratitude" I said,
slipping my hand under his T-shirt and running it up his muscular side.

Sitting now in the wide seat the plane's first class, I started to get
uncomfortable as the crotch of my tight jeans tightened against the bulge
that was growing there remembering that afternoon on the Plaza's king-sized
bed. Shawn looked over and noticed my predicament. He started to quietly
laugh.

"So what's got you so worked up? Cruising one of the cabin attendants?" he
laughed.

"And if I was, just exactly what would you do about it?" I spit back, in
embarrassment.

"Well..." Shawn said calmly, "I'd talk to him and see if he was interested
in a 3-way."

"You would WHAT!?" I exclaimed.

"You heard me." he said, smiling like the cat who swallowed the canary.

"I think we'd better discuss this but I don't think 36,000 feet is exactly
the right place to do that."  I said.

"Why not? I don't see that there's much to discuss." he replied.

"You don't?" I asked.

"No, I don't. Look I love you. You should know that by now. And I know you
love me. Nothing and nobody is going to change the way I feel about
you. Can you say the same thing?" he confronted me.

"Of course I can! Nothing can change the fact that I love you!" I swore.

"So if that's true, then let's look at something else. We're both males,
right?"

"Of course we are." I replied.

"And males tend to like sex - a lot! Right?"

"Well...yes..." I thought I knew where he was going with this.

"And sex doesn't mean a thing to guys. We have it, shake hands and that's
that." he explained.

"Well, not always. That's not the way we have sex." I replied.

"We don't have sex, babe. Since that first night, we've always made
love. With the way we feel about each other we can't just have sex with
each other. And I hope we never can." he said, leaning down and taking my
hand in his, kissed it.

I could feel my face get hot as I blushed at his romantic gesture. Then I
remembered what we were talking about.

"But you're talking about us being unfaithful to each other!" I said.

"Am I? What makes you think that? Maybe that's the problem. What's your
definition of being unfaithful?" he paused for a moment. " Before you
answer, let me give you mine. To be unfaithful means that I would stop
loving you, stop caring about you, stop putting your welfare and feelings
first. But that has nothing to do with having sex! We're guys. You aren't
going out and come home pregnant with another guy's baby for me to
raise. At least I hope you aren't!" he said, joking.

"No, nothing like that is going to happen." I laughed.

"But more importantly, I don't think you're going to go out and look for
someone else to love - another lover." he said quietly. "And you've got to
know that I wouldn't either."

"Yes, I know that." I said, smiling at him.

"So why do we have to play by the rules that straight society makes for
themselves? You may not have thought I heard what you said the other night,
but I did. And I've thought about it. We aren't 'married', and maybe we
don't want to be. Oh, I'm not talking about the legal rights that we're
being denied. I'm talking about not basing our relationship on their
rules. If we want to have sex with a hot guy, why not? If we want to do
that together? Why not? I'm not so sure it wouldn't be really hot to get to
watch you getting off with another hot guy." he said.

"In principal, I agree with you. I don't know how I feel about it. I agree
that it would be hot. And it would be a real trip to have sex with you
there as well. I have to admit, deep down inside of me is this fear that
the reason you've brought this all up is that I don't satisfy you." I said.

Shawn started to protest. I held up my hand to stop him.

"No, I know that's not true. I know that it's just my own self-doubt that's
coming up. I'm willing to try this if you want to." I said.

"No, it has to be both of us wanting to. And until it is, it won't work. I
don't want you to do it for me! I want you to do it because YOU want to do
it." Shawn said.

"Ok. That's real. I agree. But I have one question, is there some reason
you've brought this up?  Are you attracted to one of the flight
attendants?" I asked.

Shawn laughed.

"No! There's nobody on this plane that could attract me more than the guy
sitting next to me.  But, you see, my friend Mike and his lover Hank have
an open relationship. And I've had sex with them a number of times. And I
figure that while they're here, they're going to be attracted to you and
want to have sex with us. I'm not saying you have to. But I want you to
think about it. Ok?"

"Well, sure. After all, they are friends of yours. That makes a
difference. And they're a couple, that makes a difference as well. Are they
both Marines?" I asked.

"Yes, they're both Marines." he smiled.

"Well, you know I just can't resist a Marine!" I grinned.

We didn't talk anymore about this on the plane. But we did at home. And the
more we discussed it, the more comfortable I became with it. I had to be
honest with myself. I loved Shawn and he truly turned me on, but he wasn't
the only guy who was attractive to me. Just as I was sure that Shawn found
other guys attractive as well. After all, as the old saying goes, we were
'married' not dead!

I'm certainly glad we did do all that talking and I did all that thinking
because in a few days, Shawn's friends from California arrived and I was
completely blown away!

It seems that originally Mike and his lover Hank were supposed to drive a
truck with Shawn's belongings in it and his car across country. But neither
liked the idea of spending all those days alone driving. So they also
brought Mike's son, Grunt, and Grunt's lover, Wolf, along so that each
vehicle had two riders so no one was driving alone. And these four Marines
were some of the most incredible specimens of male beauty that the Marine
Corps had to offer!

I wasn't exactly sure at first what was going on with these four guys. I
knew that Mike was Grunt's father, that Hank was Mike's lover and Wolf was
Grunt's lover. But there was something about the way that the four of them
interacted ...I could swear that the pairings were arbitrary and that any
one of them could be the lover of any of the others - including Mike and
Grunt who were father and son. But I thought that perhaps I was just not
used to being around so many Marines at once and was just enthralled with
all the maleness which surrounded me.

They were all incredibly happy that Shawn had found someone. Each of them
came to me separately and told me what a great guy Shawn is and how much he
deserved someone. And they took special pains to let me know they
considered me extremely attractive and certainly good enough for their
friend. After about three hours, my head was spinning! I was not used to
being flirted with by four gorgeous Marines! I finally was able to pull
Shawn aside to discuss his friends.

"Shawn, I don't know exactly how to deal with this situation. I must be
wrong but it feels like I'm being propositioned by all four of them!" I
said.

"Well..." Shawn laughed. "I don't know how to break this to you babe, but
you are."

"What!!!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah!" He was almost convulsed by laughter by this point. "You see, they
like to have orgies.  They throw the best sex parties I've ever been to in
my life. So, I can see where they'd love to get you in bed. Probably with
all four of them at once!"

"But....but...what about Mike and Grunt! They're....they're...." I couldn't
get the words out.

"They're father and son. Yes, that's true. And they've been having sex
since Grunt moved in with Mike and Hank after his mother re-married. I've
talked to Grunt about it. As he tells it, he was the one who propositioned
Mike. Seems he'd been in love with his Dad since he was a little kid. Of
course, by the time it happened, Grunt and Wolf were already lovers. In
fact, Wolf had already had sex with Mike and Hank before he ever met Grunt!
There are no 'rules' in their house about sex. It's pretty much
open. Whoever wants to have sex just goes for it. No jealousy, no problems.
I've never seen so much love between guys in my life. It is really
beautiful."

"Well, I know we talked about having a three way, but I don't know if I'm
ready for a SIX-way!"  I told him.

"You don't have to. You can do whatever feels comfortable for you. Tell me
the truth, if you could have any one of them - just to yourself for a
couple of hours - who would it be?" he stared into my eyes.

I felt the heat on my cheeks as I'm sure I blushed a bright fire-engine
red.

"Well..." I hesitated. "I...uh...guess it would be Mike."

"Now, that wasn't so hard was it? I kinda figured that Mike would be the
one who would trip your trigger." He chuckled.

"Now, the truth is, I would be incredibly happy to have sex with any one of
them! Wolf also turns me on. And Grunt is so goddamn cute. And Hank, well
Hank is just so nice and has the most beautiful body! It's next to
impossible to make a choice!" I noticed I was almost whining by the end of
this remark.

"Well, you don't have to make a choice, you know. You could have all four
of them at once!  Believe me, they'd like nothing more!" he smiled at the
look of frustration on my face.

"Look...there's something you should know about me. I know that I'm pretty
kinky and you might think I've got all this sexual experience to draw
on. But the fact is...." I hesitated, not wanting to admit the truth. "The
fact is, I've never had sex with more than one guy at a time. I'm never
done a three way. I've never been to an orgy. I wouldn't know HOW to have
sex with four other guys! I wouldn't know what to do!" I confessed.

"Oh...that's the problem!" Shawn exclaimed. "Well, babe that's easy! You
just do what you feel like doing. You don't have to try and have sex with
all four guys at once. You just let them lead you. Trust me, I was scared
the first time, too. But they just let me get used to things and I found
myself having the time of my life with them. Believe me, you'll feel the
same way." he assured me.

"Ok, Shawn. I trust you. I'll give it a try. But I'm still a little
scared." I buried my face in his chest.

Putting his arm around me, he rested his chin on my head and he held me
tight to him.

"I understand, babe. But you'll only be scared the first time. After that,
you'll look forward to it."  he promised.

Shawn went back out to the terrace where they were all sitting around,
drinking beer, looking out at the ocean and getting some sun. I lay down
across the bed, hoping to catch a quick nap, figuring that it might be a
very long night. And I wanted to give Shawn time to spend with his friends
catching up on things without me being around.

I was laying across the bed wearing only a small pair of cut-off jeans. I
was almost asleep when I felt someone get into the bed behind me, move
close and begin stroking his hand down my back and over my jean-covered
butt. At first I thought at first it was Shawn, but it didn't feel like his
hand and, whoever it was, he didn't have Shawn's 'scent'. His scent was
nice - very strong and masculine. It instantly started my cock to grow, but
then it got through my fuzzy brain - this wasn't Shawn! I was in bed with
another man and that man was stroking my body and I was loving it!

I turned over and found myself looking into a pair of incredibly deep blue
eyes. Mike! I didn't know what to say, what to do! But I didn't need to. He
reached over and put his arm around me, drawing me closer. He leaned down
and his mouth took possession of mine. I felt his tongue push against my
lips and I opened to him. I couldn't believe the depth his tongue reached
or how on fire it made me feel. My cock was instantly hard and my butt
itched to feel his cock invading me. I couldn't believe my reaction to this
gorgeous hunk of a Marine. It was almost like my sudden, deep attraction to
Shawn - except it was different. While I'd already decided that I liked
Mike as a person, I wasn't in love with him. I was definitely 'in lust'
but, when I checked my emotions, I knew that my love for Shawn had not
changed. He was still in complete control of my heart. But I also felt
something else. I knew, without doubt, that Shawn was going to be very
happy that I was going to make his friend very satisfied sexually because I
was going to fuck Mike's brains out or die trying!

Mike finally broke our kiss and slid his mouth down to my neck, licking and
lightly biting me with his teeth. He then moved up to my ear and began to
swab it out with his tongue, breathing his warm breath into it as
well. Finally, he spoke in his deep, quiet voice.

"Is this Ok with you?" he asked.

"Oh, Yes!" I said. "It is VERY Ok with me!"

"Shawn told me it would be. But I wanted to make sure you were
comfortable." he said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Ahh! So my wonderful love is now arranging liaisons for me, huh?" I
smiled.

"Oh, no!" Mike said, "I told him how much I wanted you. He told me that you
told him you felt the same way."

"Well...That's true. I guess I wanted you the minute I met you. Don't get
me wrong. I'm deeply in love with Shawn! Nothing will change that." I
vowed.

"You wouldn't be in my arms if I didn't believe that! First of all, I love
Shawn and would never do anything that could hurt him. Secondly, I deeply
love Hank. We've been together for a long time. Nothing is ever going to
change that. And, trust me, everybody out there knows what's going on in
here. This is all open and above board. I want you. You obviously want me"
he said, rubbing my hard cock behind my tight jeans. "If you're at all
uncomfortable, we don't have to go any further."

"The only thing making me uncomfortable is these damn shorts!" I said.

"Well, I can fix that!" he smiled.

Mike began running his wet tongue down my body, stopping to briefly circle
one of my nipples and to outline my abdominal muscles. He then attacked my
cut-offs with his mouth. He undid the top button and then grabbed the tab
of the zipper in his teeth, pulling it down. The pressure of my erect cock
pushed open and spread the fly of my cut-offs as the zipper opened. Mike
buried his nose in my pubic hair and I could hear him taking deep breaths
of my scent as his hands pulled my shorts down and off my body. He then
began to lick the creases between my balls and my thighs, again deeply
breathing my scent.

I reached down and pulled him up my body again until he was lying on top of
me. I reached behind him and began stroking his bare back down to his jeans
and on to his tight, firm bubble- butt. I squeezed it through his jeans and
finally slid my hands down inside them to feel the warmth of his
butt-cheeks against my hands. He pushed the very packed crotch of his jeans
against my groin, grinding his denim covered cock into mine.

"Those pants have got to come off, Marine!" I said.

He hopped up on his knees over me and smiled down at me.

"You want them off, you take them off!" he grinned.

I raised up, grabbing his thighs with my hands. I pushed my face into the
crotch of his jeans and sniffed deeply. I could smell his crotch musk
through the fabric and the faint smell of piss from the jeans themselves. I
locked my mouth around his hard cock, taking his denim-covered hardon into
my mouth, getting his jeans wet with my tongue. At the same time, I moved
my hands to the top button and popped it open. Grabbing the two sides of
the material, I pulled open the fly, popping each button As his pubic hair
began to appear, I buried my nose in it.

I continued pushing his jeans down until they were bunched at his knees. He
quickly spun off the bed, tore the jeans off and was back on top of me, as
naked as I was in a move I almost didn't even see, he was so fast.

"That's quite a trick, Marine!" I exclaimed. "Do they teach you that in the
Corps?"

"Well, kind of." Mike grinned at me. "They do teach us to stay on-task and
not waste time."

As if to demonstrate this ideal, he pushed me back on the bed, pushed my
legs above my head and has his lips locked to my butt just as quickly. I
could feel his tongue digging deep into my hole, making me wet and sloppy
for what I knew was coming next. His cock was heading for my guts and my
guts were writhing in anticipation of the assault! But before heading
there, Mike let my legs drop and took my cock all the way down his
throat. It was so tight and hot! If he kept this up for very long, I would
cum without him having gotten inside me. But he was too good to let that
happen.

Instead he made another lightening move and I found my face covered with
his fragrant ass. I only had to lift my head a few inches and my nose was
buried in his ripe ass trench. His ripeness and scent were overwhelming. I
groaned in hunger and buried my face in his butt and began to lick up and
down his trench while circling his hole which seemed to hungrily snatch at
my tongue. Finally, I locked my lips to his twitching butthole and began
sucking on it while shoving my tongue as deep in his ass as I could get
it. I moaned into his ass as the tart taste of the inner reaches of his
hole filled my mouth.

As I continued to feast at his hole, he leaned down and again gathered my
cock into the warm moistness of his mouth. I quickly achieved a rhythm of
stabbing his ass hole with my tongue and his throat with my cock which
threatened to again have me spewing my load without his cock being up my
ass where I wanted it. But Mike was too sophisticated to allow this and
again, with a quick movement, I found myself facing him with his tongue
buried in my mouth tasting his own ass and his quivering cock poised at the
entrance to my body.

I raised my legs slightly, trying to force his cock into my hole. I needn't
have bothered, with a mighty snap of his hips, his cock was buried to his
pubic hairs in my hole and the fullness of it had me purring like a
cat. With his forceful entry, I didn't expect a gentle fuck, but that is
exactly what Mike started giving me, his cock slowly pulling out until I
could feel just the tip inside my hole and then another slow push forward,
burying it completely. I was moaning and carrying on so that everyone in
the house could hear me, but I didn't care! I wanted his cock to drive into
me and never leave.

Mike knew better what I wanted than I did. He quickly began to pick up the
pace of his fucking, driving his cock deeper and harder in my ass. My moans
began to raise in volume as I quickly reached the point of no return. I
looked up and saw Mike grinning down at me as his cock drove me crazy! That
was all it took! I felt my body letting go and I began to shoot cum all
over both of us.

This is all that it took for Mike as well. I no more stopped shooting and I
felt Mike's cock quivering in my ass, shooting his load deep into my
guts. Mike's moans equaled mine until he finally collapsed on top of me.

Suddenly, we both heard applause and cheers and as we looked up, there
stood Shawn, Grunt, Wolf and Hank standing in the doorway giving us a
standing ovation!



End of Part IX

I want to apologize to all of you who waited so long for this part to be
completed. An explanation is needed here, I feel. Some of you already know,
but in the middle of writing this my efforts (not to mention my life) was
interrupted by quadruple by-pass surgery from which I am now recovering
quite nicely. I won't have to go back to work until the beginning of the
new year, so I should have plenty of time to write. Which is a good thing,
because this story is not over! We still have a ways to go.

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