Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1999 19:52:48 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: My Dad, the Marine II Disclaimer: If you don't like stories about sex between men of varying ages and relationships - Go Away! Better yet, what are you doing here in the first place? Don't give me that old dodge about "not knowing what this was". That's bullshit an you know it! If you've gotten this far, you know what you're looking for and you've found it! So sit back, open your pants and have a good time! After all, I'd hope that you PLAY SAFE, and "enjoying yourself" as they say in Italian is the safest way to play! If you like what you read, drop me an e-mail at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. Flames engender a response that will erase your hardrive and make your ears fall off! My Dad, the Marine II by RimPig 1999 Part 4 It feels really funny to be coming back to Ohio after the last six months I've spent with my Dad, his lover Hank and my new lover Scott. It was especially bad because of the reason I was coming back. My Grandma had died of a heart attack very suddenly. She wasn't that old, only 47, and I knew that Grandpa was going to be really broken up about it. They'd spent a lot of years together and, even though I know Grandpa likes sex with guys - after all, he introduced me to it and had previously had a sexual relationship with my Dad - he still loved Grandma very much. As the plane made it's final approach into Columbus, I was thinking about all the changes in my life since I was last here and I also was thinking about the changes I wanted to help make in Grandpa's life. Before leaving California, I had a long talk with my Dad, Hank and Scott. It was my idea to try and get Grandpa to make, at the very least, an extended visit to our home in California. I was really hoping that maybe Grandpa would consider moving there and starting a new life. With Grandma gone and my mother (his daughter) too involved with her new millionaire husband, there just wasn't much left in Ohio for Grandpa. Just the farm. And I was hoping that, maybe, he was getting tired of running that all by himself. I was also thinking about the last time I was on a plane. When I had met Scott in this very airport we were approaching and then spent almost two days together because of a storm that got us stuck in Houston. Two days that changed my life completely. Two days in which I found a love that I would never expected - the love of a young Marine. Now we lived with my Dad and his lover of 10 years, Hank. We had a very happy, horny and sexually charged house in California were beautiful, well-built men walked around naked and sex was readily available. And sometimes other good-looking young Marines joined us for really spectacular orgies. But this trip, I ended up sitting in coach with two elderly women who had spent their vacation in California and were now returning to their lives in Lima, Ohio. Not like when I had traveled with Scott and he'd managed to get us placed in First Class! I remember when I left San Diego, one of the last things Scott had said to me was, "Don't talk to any lonely Marines in the airport!". I assured him, I had him - I wasn't interested in anyone else to fill the role of love of my life'! As the plane landed, I was eager to see Grandpa again. It was not without a great deal of regret that I had left six months before. Grandpa had only introduced me to sex with another man a few days before and there were many things that we had not had a chance to explore that I had learned since. I fully intended to make up for some of that while I was here! I knew I definitely wanted Grandpa to fuck me and I hoped that I could interest him in some watersports. I didn't know if he would be interested, but I was going to find out! As I walked out of the tunnel, I immediately saw Grandpa standing there looking for me. I ran to him and he gathered me up in his arms. I buried my face in his neck and again smelled his manly aroma. My cock, as usual, started immediately to harden and creep down my Levi covered leg. In the old days, I would have been embarrassed, but I knew that Grandpa would feel it and know how much I had missed him. And I also felt an answer from his large cock against my leg! "Well, Grunt! I see California hasn't changed you much! You're still a growing' boy!" Grandpa laughed. "No, Grandpa! I still love you!" I said, regaining my feet as Grandpa let me down. "I'm glad to hear that! And feel it!" chuckled Grandpa. "Where's your bags?" "This carry-on is all I've got. I didn't want to waste time waiting at the baggage carrel." I explained. "Good!" said Grandpa, "Then let's get going! We got an hour's ride ahead of us." We headed out to the parking lot and got in Grandpa's truck. I snuggled next to him and ran my hand down his thigh, feeling his cock laying against it. "Boy, you start that now, and we are never going to get to the farm!" Grandpa said, putting his arm around me, giving me a hug and a kiss on my hair. "Grandpa, I don't know how to say this...." I started. "There's no need, Grunt." said Grandpa quietly. "Your Grandma's death came as quite a shock to me. I always thought that I'd be the first one of us to go. I don't quite know what I'm going to do without her. She was my best friend for most of my life. There were things she would never have understood about me, but she never stopped being there for me." "Grandpa, Dad and I have some ideas about what you should do. We'd really like you to think about coming out to visit us in San Diego for a while." I said. "We don't want you to be all alone, and we know that Mom isn't going to be there for you!" "Your Mom never was one for being close or loving with me or your Grandma. I don't know where we went wrong with her." Grandpa said, shaking his head. "Grandpa, I don't think it was anything you did or didn't do! That's just the way she is. And from what Grandma told me, she's been that way all her life." I assured him. "But coming out to California, now that sounds like a really good idea! I would love to see your Dad again. I know he's a lot happier with Hank than he ever was with your Mom, but I sure missed seeing him after they got divorced." Grandpa said. "And he would really love to see you! You know, he says you were the best man he ever knew in his life until he met Hank! He's got a lot of respect for you. In fact, he told me you were more like a father to him, being as he never had one."I explained. "Well, then I think that about settles it! Let's get through this funeral and I'll make arrangements to fly back with you, if that's all right?" Grandpa said. "All right? That's what I had hoped to arrange! This is absolutely great!" I exclaimed, snuggling close to him. Grandpa wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his muscular chest. And together we drove on to the farm. Once there, I headed upstairs to my old room. It was just like I left it all those months ago. I put my stuff away in the closet and the bureau. Then I headed back downstairs to find Grandpa. I found him in the big, farmhouse kitchen getting things ready for dinner. "Didn't know I could cook, did you, Grunt?" asked Grandpa as he slice tomatoes into a bowl of salad greens. "No, I didn't, Grandpa! But that's because Grandma always did the cooking. God knows, we didn't want Mom doing it! I could never figure out how Grandma could be such a good cook and Mom such a lousy one!" I said. "Well, that's because you're Mom was never interested in cooking. Always was more interested in chasing boys than learning anything that would make her a good wife!" Grandpa said. Grandpa served a wonderful meal of pot roast, mashed potatoes and fresh corn with a green salad and apple pie for dessert. After eating, we took our cups of coffee out on the front porch to enjoy the evening. We sat in our rockers, looking out at the sky and all the stars, not saying anything for the longest time. We were just enjoying being together. Finally, Grandpa looked at me. "So, what's it like, having a lover?" Grandpa asked. "It's wonderful, Grandpa! I've found someone that really truly loves me. And, more importantly, he really needs my love! But he doesn't try to own me. He knows that I love him and I'm not going to leave him for anybody else. So there's no jealousy. We have lots of sex with each other and with other people, too! Scott's always telling me that I need to experience everything so that I don't ever feel like I've missed something." I explained. "That's great, Grunt! I know you look happier than I've ever seen you. And I can see how much you love him when you talk about him." said Grandpa. "Yeah, I do! But, you know, I haven't stopped loving anyone that I already loved." I said, reaching over and taking his hand in mine. The rough texture of his hands belied a gentleness that I knew very well. And I wanted him to touch me again. "Well, I still love you, Grunt. That's for sure! You're likely to be the only Grandson I'm ever going to have. And they way you've turned out, I couldn't be happier. I'm very proud of the young man you've grown into." Grandpa said, squeezing my hand. "Grandpa, I don't know what you're feeling after everything that's happened, but I want you to know that if you want me, I'm here for you." I quietly said. "Want you? I'll always want you, Grunt! I wasn't sure if you'd still want your old Grandpa, after all those young Marines you've been playing with!" Grandpa laughed. "How could you think that, Grandpa?!" I exclaimed. "You're very special to me! You're the first man that ever taught me how wonderful it could be between two men! And I've learned a lot since than that I'd really like to share with you!" "Well, why don't we go on upstairs and you can show me! I sure could use some playtime to take my mind off everything else!" said Grandpa with a real eagerness in his voice. We headed upstairs. Thinking about it quickly, I headed for the double bed in my old room. I thought that maybe the memories in Grandpa and Grandma's bedroom would make things awkward. I threw back the covers and quickly began stripping off my clothes. Grandpa soon joined me and I began helping him out of his clothes. My cock was already hard and dripping cock-snot and I wanted to get to sucking on Grandpa's big cock as quickly as possible. After he was naked, too, Grandpa took me in his arms, kissing me hotly while he ground his hard cock against mine. I ran my hands down his muscular back while playing back and forth with his tongue in my mouth. We fell onto the bed and I quickly reversed position, taking Grandpa's hard ten inches down my throat while presenting my hard cock to his lips. I skinned back his foreskin with my lips and I slid my mouth down his cock. I could taste his pre-cum and the smegma from under his cock-head and the taste feast had me licking and swallowing while the aroma of his cock and crotch wafted up my nose. The smells combined to rush to my head and make me so hot I thought would cum immediately! But Grandpa could feel me building towards orgasm and backed off sucking my cock and instead ran his tongue over my hairless balls. He then traveled on and buried his face in my raunchy ass trench. I could hear him taking deep snorts of my ass and licking deep into the sweaty, musky crack. Then I felt his tongue dragging through my ass-trench and digging at my ass-pucker. I raised up, sitting on Grandpa's face and pulled my buns apart to give him deeper access to my horny hole. I felt his lips surrounding my eager hole and sucking gently on my ass-lips, he aggressively shoved his tongue as far up my horny ass as he could. I could feel his tongue rapidly moving in and out of my ass and I could hear him groaning in excitement while I watched his hard cock thrusting up and down and spraying cock-snot all over his hard abs. "Ohhh! Grandpa! Yeah!!! Suck my fuckin' ass! Eat out my hole! Shove your tongue up my boy-cunt and tongue fuck me!" I screamed. "Yeah, boy! Gimme that hot fuckin' ass of yours! I love the taste and smell of your fuckin' butt, boy!" I heard Grandpa say in between sucking on my ass-hole and licking up and down my ass-trench. "Grandpa! I want you to fuck me! Shove that big fucking cock of yours up my fuckin' hole and fill me up with your hot load!" "Think you can handle my cock, boy?" asked Grandpa. "Oh, yeah! I need that big fucker up me! I need you to really pound my butt! Gimme it - PUULLLLLEEZZZZEEEE!!!" I moaned. "Oh, I'm gonna give it to you, boy! I'm gonna pound that fuckin' butt of yours till you can't walk!" promised Grandpa. He pushed me off his face and onto my stomach. I felt him spread my butt open and heard him spit on my hole. Then I felt two of his fingers begin poking at my eager pucker and slide up my ass until he hit my butt-nut. I saw stars at that point and felt like I almost was cumming. While he played with my hungry hole, I heard Grandpa spit again and slick up his ten inch log, getting ready to shove it up my eager hole. "Yeah, fuck me! Shove that cock up my ass! Gimme it! I need it bad!!!" I moaned into the mattress. "Yeah, boy! I'm gonna give it to you now!" said Grandpa, pulling his fingers from my ass and placing his cock at the gaping opening to my shitchute. He pushed with his hips and his cock slid slowly into my ass-channel. The feeling of fullness filled my guts as his thick cock spread my sensitive ass tissues and I moaned as his cock dragged across my enlarged prostate. He buried his cock as far in my ass as he could reach and then slowly dragged it back out, rubbing my prostate and making cock-snot pour from my piss-hole and make a puddle on the mattress below me. When his cock reached the flange of the head, he quickly shoved it back in to the hilt. "You ready for a real fuck, boy?" he growled above me. "Yes, Sir! I need it bad! Please fuck my ass HARD!!!" I begged. Grandpa began slamming my ass with his hips, driving his cock faster and faster in and out of my hole. He fucked in long, deep strokes and then with short, quick strokes until there was no part of my ass that hadn't been pummeled. He fucked like a man possessed! Pounding and pounding like he didn't intend to ever stop! I began to think that I would be going through the rest of my life with his cock buried in my hole! I was, however, rapidly reaching my own orgasm - without even touching myself. His incredible fuck-tool was battering my butt-nut to the point that I couldn't hold back. I began screaming and spraying cum all over the bed below me. The clenching of my ass-muscles in orgasm drove Grandpa over-the-top as well and he filled my ass with what felt like gallons of cum! He buried his cock as deep in my hole as it could reach and still I could feel his cum seeping out of my ass around his buried cock. Grandpa collapsed on top of me and we savored the after-glow of cumming and the smells of each other's bodies and the ass-fuck we had shared. It felt good to have his body covering mine. I felt safe and well loved. And the gradually shrinking cock in my ass sent shivers though me as it twitched in post-orgasm spasms. "I'm not too heavy for you, am I, Grunt?" Grandpa whispered in my ear. "No, Grandpa! You feel really good! And your cock feels great in me!" I said quietly. "Well, I wish I could stay like this, but I gotta take a wicked piss!" he said, starting to raise up. I grabbed his arms and pulled him back down on top of me. "You don't have to go anywhere, Grandpa!" I said provocatively. "But I got to piss bad, boy!" Grandpa protested. "So?" I asked. "Why go anywhere? Just piss right where you are!" I could almost hear his shock at this suggestion, but after a moment of thought, I felt him relax back down on top of me. "Well, you have learned some new games, Grunt!" said Grandpa with surprise. "I really love a man's piss - especially up my fuck-hole!" I slyly said. "Well, I've never done anything like this before, but if you like it, I'll sure try it for you!" said Grandpa. It took a few moments for him to become adjusted but eventually I felt his hot piss begin to fill my hole. He was right! He really did need to piss bad! My ass kept filling and filling with the hot golden liquid until I became afraid I couldn't hold it all. But his cock kept pouring more and more piss into my ass and I could feel the heat of it moving up my chute like a hot enema. Finally, he grunted in satisfaction as his flow came to a stop. If I wondered how he felt about it, I didn't need to wonder as I felt his cock begin to grow hard again. Within moments, the piss and cum in my ass were plugged up by his hard, thick cock. "Damn, boy! That was the hottest piss I ever took!! My fuckin' cock is feeling really good in all that hot piss in your hot ass!" growled Grandpa. "Well, you've got it up there! Go ahead and fuck me again!" I moaned, feeling his small movements as he adjusted to his hardon in my ass. "I don't want to get the piss all over the bed!" said Grandpa. "You don't have to worry, there's a plastic cover under the sheet protecting the mattress! So go ahead and fuck me in your hot piss and cum!" I assured him. That's all it took! He began pounding my ass again, sliding in an out on the natural lubricants. I could smell the piss, cum and ass-goo as his cock pulled out of my ass and drove back in. I couldn't believe it, but this time, he pounded even harder than before. My ass got a workout to remember! His cock pistoned in and out like a machine while my own cock, which was so hard from him pissing up my butt that I could pound nails with it, rapidly reached the point that I knew I was going to cum again! Within a few minutes, Grandpa and I were both moaning as he delivered more of his hot manjuice up my butt and I sprayed more cum to the goo I'd already deposited below me! We collapsed again and lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. Grandpa nuzzled my ear and nibbled at the back of my neck. "Keep that up, and I'll get hard again!" I laughed. "So? You're young - you can cum more often than I can!" laughed Grandpa. I laughed as well. "No, I think we need a shower - at least I do!" I said. "That's sounds like a great idea! We can do it together!" said Grandpa, pulling his softening cock slowly from my ass. Grandpa and I headed into the bathroom and, to my surprise, he got into the tub and lay down. "Grandpa, what are you doing?" I asked. I'm getting ready for my first "Golden Shower"! Why don't you stand over me and let me have all that piss and cum you're holding up your butt?" I grinned and stepped into the tub. I stood over Grandpa's midsection and squatted down. I released my ass muscles and the piss and cum poured out of my ass, covering Grandpa from his neck to his balls. "Yeah, that's it, boy! Get me really wet!" Grandpa said, reaching up with his fingers to play with my butt-hole while the piss and cum poured out of it. "If you want to get really wet, I need to piss now!" I grinned down at him. "Then come on, boy! Gimme that hot boy-piss! All over me!" he grinned up at me. I took hold of my cock and began to spray his crotch. I moved the piss-stream up his body, smiling. As I moved up his chest, Grandpa dropped his jaw and opened his mouth. "You sure?" I asked. "Yeah, boy! I want to taste your hot piss!" he grinned. "Ok!" I said aiming my piss-stream at his open mouth. My golden piss filled his mouth and I watched him swallow, over and over, as I continued to fill his hole. Finally my flow stopped and Grandpa raised up and sucked the last drops from my piss-lips. Then he turned me around and began sucking at my asshole, getting out the last of his piss and cum. I felt his tongue reaching up my hole and my cock began to come to full erection again. Grandpa continued to feast at my hole and I began to pump the skin up and down my hard pisser. Finally Grandpa had enough of my ass and turned me around and took my cock right down his throat. I moaned as I felt my joint slip down his hot, sucking throat. I fucked his face as he slipped three of his fingers up my gaping hole. He rubbed my butt-nut and I started cumming in his mouth, filling him with my hot juice! I looked down between my legs and his cock was standing up again, so I just squatted down and took it right up my hungry hole again. I rode him hard, rising up and down while I watched his face contort in desire while I felt his cock thicken and begin pulsing with cum flying back up my ass. He moaned loudly while I continued to ride his joint until he begged me to stop. "Damn! Fuck! Boy! I can't take this much sex! I ain't your young Marine!" He laughed. "Well, you'll just have to put up with it until we can get back to California!" I grinned. We finally finished our shower and fell into my bed. Grandpa wrapped his arms around me and I fell asleep, basking in his warmth and the smell of his body. The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. I pulled on my jeans and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. There was Grandpa cooking breakfast at Grandma's big stove. I was suddenly overcome with missing her. But I didn't want to cry in front of Grandpa. I didn't want him to feel bad because of me. But he looked at me, and I guess he could read on my face what I was feeling. He came over, and took me in his arms and I lay my head on his chest, crying softly. "It's Ok, Grunt! I miss her, too! I've done enough crying already. I'm sure, however, that wherever she is, she's glad that we're together, here in her kitchen." said Grandpa quietly while he gently held me. "Do you really thinks so, Grandpa?" I asked between sobs. "Yes, Grunt, I do! You know, love isn't something that you ever run out of. You can love a lot of people in your life and never run out of it. Your Grandma loved me for almost 30 years and she loved you and your Mom. She even loved your Dad. Her life was filled with love, and what made her happiest was to have the people she loved together. And to see them love each other." Grandpa explained. "Do you think she would mind...well, you know?" I said, suddenly feeling some embarrassment. "No, Grunt, I don't think she would. I never knew for sure, but I think she always knew about my playing around with other guys. I think she knew it was something that I needed and it was certainly no threat to her! What I did was just for fun." Grandpa explained. "Didn't you ever fall in love with another guy, Grandpa?" I asked. "Well, yes, I did. Once, a long time ago. We were very young. Actually about your age at the time. We were best friends for most of our lives. Growing up, we discovered sex together. His was the first cock I ever sucked and mine was his first. The first time I came, it was while we were jacking off together. He was a wonderful guy. He was really beautiful! He had flaming red hair and the most beautiful green eye's I've ever seen. And what a body! He was almost hairless except for a red puff of hair around his cock. But, rather than being kinky, his pubic hair was as soft as the hair on his head. I really fell in love with him. To the point, that I let him fuck me the first time. He was also my first fuck. I loved his ass! I ate it so often, I don't know how he ever sat down!" Grandpa laughed to himself. "So what happened to him, Grandpa? Why didn't you last as lovers?" I asked. "He was killed in Viet Nam. He was drafted and I wasn't because I had to run the family farm. We made plans to live together when he came back. But then one day, his mother called me and told me he had died. Shot by a sniper! That beautiful young life just snuffed out in seconds. You know, he was a Marine, too! That's why when your Dad wanted to become a Marine, I was so afraid. I don't think he ever knew that. I didn't say anything to him, but I worried. I didn't want to see him die like Tommy did. Oh, that was his name, Tommy. And there hasn't been a day in over 30 years that I haven't thought about him. When they finally put up "The Wall", I went to Washington to see it. I found his name and I touched it. I remember standing there and the tears just streaming down my face. It took me a couple of hours to calm down afterward. And I never went back." he said. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." I said, holding him closer. "No, it's Ok, Grunt. I've been very lucky in my life. I've been loved by two very wonderful people! And I'm grateful for that love. Some people never find love at all! And I've found it twice! That's more happiness than any one person deserves. So I have nothing to feel bad about! What I feel is just very, very lucky! After all, I still have you and your Dad who care about me and I don't have to be alone! That's very, very lucky!" "Oh, Grandpa! Do you really mean that?" I asked, looking up into his tearstained face. "Of course I do, Grunt! Your Dad's like the son I never had, and you're the best grandson anybody could ask for. And you know what else?" he asked. "No, what?" "I'll just bet that I'm going to love my new grandson - your lover, Scott - just as much!" he said, squeezing me. "Oh, I just know you will, Grandpa! He's so wonderful! I know you're going to really love him! And, since all he's ever really wanted in life is a family, he ought to have a Grandpa, don't you think?" I asked. "Why, yes! Grunt! I think so! Yes! Every boy needs a Grandpa! And that's just what I'll be if he'll let me!" exclaimed Grandpa. "Let you! He'll jump at the chance to have you for his Grandpa! Trust me! I know." I stated categorically. "Ok, Ok! That will be just fine! Now! How do you want your eggs, kiddo?" We had breakfast and then went up to get dressed. Grandma's funeral was early that afternoon. As they had not belonged to any church, Grandpa decided to just have a grave side service at the family plot. Mom and her new husband were going to meet us there. When we got there, there were already about 100 people who had come. Some were friends of Grandma, some were friends of Grandpa. A few were businessmen who had dealt with them through the years. A minister that had been hired by the funeral home read the service. Grandpa said a few words at the end, remembering Grandma and thanking everyone for coming. My Mom came over with her new husband and asked how we were doing. Grandpa said that we were fine and that she shouldn't worry about us. She kissed Grandpa and me on the cheek and then she and her husband left in a limousine. Grandpa and I got back in his truck and headed home. I didn't say anything on the ride home. I waited for Grandpa to say something. When we finally did reach the farmhouse, Grandpa got out of the truck and went into the barn. I followed behind him. He went from stall to stall, petting each of the 3 horses, one of which had been mine when I was growing up. "There isn't really anything much worth keeping. I guess I can sell the livestock to Nate Padwell down the road. And I can lease out the fields and keep the house until I make some more decisions. I'll bet we can wrap this up in a couple of days. Then you and I can fly back to San Diego and I can meet this wonderful guy you're in love with. What do you say, Grunt?" "I'd say that nothing would make me happier than to introduce you to Scott!" I said, reaching out and hugging him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. The next few days were hectic. There was a lot to do. But, finally, we were on the plane - first class this time because Grandpa insisted - flying back to San Diego. I didn't want to make any predictions, but I had the feeling that Grandpa wouldn't want to be coming back here for a very long time.