Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 14:44:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: RECRUITED FOR THE CORPS 04

TO MY READERS: As I write this, the fighting continues in Iraq and
Afghanistan where our gallant forces, especially members of the United
States Marine Corps, are still being killed and wounded on a daily
basis. This story is dedicated to all members of the United State Military
who are living in harms way.

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RECRUITED FOR THE CORPS
Part 4
by RimPig   2005

It was about a week later that I went to the bus station after getting off
work at the bookstore. I found Wally at a table in the restaurant, as
usual, and sat down. Vera came over and brought me a cup of coffee without
me even having to ask. Wally told me he had something for me. He reached
into his pocket and handed me an envelope.

"This came for you today." he said, smiling at me.

I looked at him quizzically as I took the proffered white envelope. Yes, it
was for me. It had my name, Wally's name, and the address of the bus
station on it. I looked at the top corner of the envelop and there was
Erik's name and the address at Marine Base - Quantico. I immediately got
excited! I had been down in the dumps for the past week over missing
him. Even old Mr.  Holloway had noticed and had remarked that I seemed
depressed. I told him it was just stuff that I was going through but didn't
elaborate and, luckily, he didn't press the issue. I knew Wally noticed it
but he never said anything. After all, he knew what it was about.

I tore open the envelope and pulled out the pages inside. Erik started out
by saying how much he enjoyed spending time with me and how much he missed
me. That almost started me crying right there! I'd found myself close to
tears almost every day since he'd left. The rest of the letter was him
telling me what a typical day for him was like, what he'd done with his
Marine buddies - going out, getting drunk, stuff like that. He also ended
by asking me how I was and what I was doing. He also asked me to say hello
to Wally. He explained that he had sent the letter in care of Wally because
he didn't know my address. It was a good thing he hadn't as I never looked
in the mailbox. Since no one ever wrote me and there were no bills I had to
pay but the rent which had the electric included in it, I didn't see any
reason to check. Who was there to write me? And what would anyone write me
about? Now, that had all changed. There was someone to write to me!

Wally had sat there quietly, drinking coffee, while I read Erik's
letter. When I finished the letter I looked up at him and smiled.

"So, what did Erik have to say?" Wally asked.

"He told me to say hello to you and that he misses me." I said quietly.

"Did you doubt that he would?" Wally asked, surprised.

"Well...yeah. I mean, he's got all his Marine buddies and shit. Why would
he miss me?" I asked.

"You've got a lot to learn about life, kiddo!" Wally laughed. "Oh, you've
seen some of the worst of it, true. But there just so many things you don't
understand yet. That Marine has a 'thing' for you, buddy - just like you've
got for him! When he came to tell me good-bye, he thanked me for
introducing you to him. He almost broke down and cried trying to do it,
though."

I looked at Wally in shock! I couldn't believe that Erik was that upset
about having to leave! As upset as I was that he was leaving. I cried for
hours after he left! I wanted to kick myself for not going to the bus
station with him but I knew that I would have just bawled my eyes out there
and that wouldn't have been good!

"So what do I do now?" I asked.

"Well, that, I guess, would depend on how you feel about him, wouldn't you
say?" Wally asked me.

"Uhh...yeah. I guess it would." I said.

"So how do you feel about him?" Wally asked quietly.

"Uhh...ahh...I...ahh...really like him - a lot!" I said.

"Then why don't you write him and tell him so." Wally said.

"Well...yeah. I guess I could do that." I said.

"And just to help you do that - I've got a little something else for you."
Wally said and then yelled out to Vera. "Hey! Vera! Would you bring me that
little box I put behind the counter?"

"Sure, Sugar!" Vera said and reached under the counter.

She brought over what looked to be a shoe box tied up with twine and handed
it to Wally who, in turn, handed it to me. I opened the twine and pulled
off the top of the box. Inside was three pens a stack of stationary paper,
a large amount of envelopes and a roll of 100 stamps!

"What's this?" I asked, incredulously.

"That is what you might call a 'correspondence kit'. Everything you need to
write letters." Wally smiled. "I thought you might need it."

I looked at him in amazement!

"Yeah! I do! I've never written a letter in my life - except the phony ones
we had to write in English class. I've never had anyone to write to
before." I said.

"Yeah. I kind of figured that. So, why don't you run along home now and
write that young Marine a letter tonight. I'm sure he'd love to hear from
you." Wally said.

"Yeah. I think I will." I said smiling. "Wally..."

He looked at me.

"Thank you. For everything." I said quietly.

"Don't mention it. Just doin' my part to help a brother Marine." he said
gruffly but I could see the twinkle in his eyes that told me he was
pleased.

I did write Erik a letter that night. I told him how much I missed him and
told him about working at the bookstore and about Wally giving me the
'correspondence kit'. When I looked at the clock, I realized I'd spent
almost two hours writing the letter and it was six pages long! And here I
thought I'd have nothing to say to him.

I mailed the letter the next morning on the way to work and when I got to
the bookstore, Mr.  Holloway remarked that I was looking to be in a much
better mood than I'd been in for a while.  He asked me what had changed. I
blushed and told him I'd gotten a letter from a friend.

"From that young Marine you rescued from the blizzard?" he asked.

"Uhh...well...yeah." I admitted.

He didn't say anything else, he just smiled knowingly at me and went off
back to his rooms and made coffee. The rest of the day, I found myself
smiling to myself. I must have looked like an idiot but I didn't give a
damn! I was really happy that Erik had cared enough to write me and to tell
me that he missed me. It was not something that I ever really
expected. Yeah, he'd said he would but people said a lot of things - many
of them they don't mean. Well, maybe they mean them when they say them, but
then they don't follow through with what they say they will. But Erik did,
and that meant a lot to me. I mean, I hadn't grown up being able to trust
people. Not with a Mom like mine.

I don't mean to speak badly of her, especially with her dead and all, but
growing up with her, I learned quickly that you didn't count on anything
she ever said. It's not that she didn't try or didn't care about me but she
got to the point where she loved being fucked up more. By the time I was
about 12 years old, her life was ruled by heroin. If she wasn't getting
high, she was nodded out sleeping off the effects of the drugs. Then, she
would go out and 'trick' to get the money to buy more. She rarely bought
food so I learned to either steal money from her or got good at stealing
food from stores. It was also about that time I learned to panhandle. I
found that I could spot people who would likely give me money because I was
a cute little kid. I especially had luck with older guys. I could tell that
some of them wanted something more out of me but I was not interested in
having them touching me. I knew about 'queers' and it would be a couple of
years before I figured out that I was one of them.

Meeting people like Mr. Holloway and especially Wally had begun to change
the way I looked at people. They were nice to me, did nice things for me -
like Wally giving me the stationary and Mr.  Holloway giving me books to
read - without asking for anything in return. Despite all I'd seen in life
so far, I still had a belief that most people were okay. Well...except for
the 'queer-hating' ones. I could usually spot them as well. I don't know
how, maybe some kind of built in sense that I had for who could be trusted
and who couldn't. It served me well, most of the time.

Over the next couple of months, I found myself writing Erik every day. Not
long letters, just telling him about my day, telling him I missed him,
telling him how grateful I was for him being my friend. I wanted to tell
him how much I loved what we had done together but I was afraid to.  After
all, I didn't know who might see the letter and I didn't want to get Erik
in trouble. He must have wondered about it, too, because in one of his
later letters, he said that he had noticed that I never mentioned what we
had done together and he wondered if I was having trouble with it. I wrote
back and told him that the only trouble I had with it was wanting to do
more and not being able to. I told him it was the most wonderful thing that
had ever happened to me and that I would never forget it - or him. This
seemed to set his mind at ease on that score. He wrote back that it was
very special for him, too, and that he found himself thinking about me a
lot. That made me feel especially good because I thought about him almost
all the time.

Looking back, I find it hard to believe now how incredibly dense I was
then! Why did I not realize that I was in love with Erik? My only excuse is
that, to be honest, I didn't really know what love was. In her own way, my
Mom loved me - at least as much as she was able to love anything but
heroin. But I'd never been in love. I didn't know what it was supposed to
feel like. And there was nobody I really felt comfortable in asking - not
even Wally.

In the letters that went back and forth with Erik, we often talked about
the realities of being a Marine. Erik knew it was still my intention to
enlist when I turned 18 and he did what he could to help me understand the
commitment I would be making. I knew it would be tough going through
boot-camp and all but Erik encouraged me greatly by telling me that he knew
that I could do it.  He asked me when my eighteenth birthday was and I told
him the date. It was about three weeks away and fell on a Friday.

A couple of days before my birthday, I got a letter from Erik that was very
strange. He said for me to go see Wally on my birthday immediately after
work. He said that Wally would explain everything to me but that I was not
to ask him about it before my birthday. I followed his instructions, but I
like to died with curiosity! The night before my birthday, I couldn't sleep
for wondering what the hell was going to happen the next day. I had
originally intended to go to the Marine Corps recruiting office after work,
but now it would have to wait until Monday because I couldn't go to see
Wally and go to the recruiter as well.

I got to work as usual and I guess my mind was still preoccupied with
seeing Wally after work because Mr. Holloway noticed that I was mentally
not there most of the day because he brought it up as we were closing up
the store.

"Boy, what's the matter with you? You seem like you're all 'spaced out'
today!" he asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Holloway. I didn't get much sleep last night. It's my birthday
today and I have to go somewhere after work and I guess I was thinking
about that." I said sheepishly.

"So today's the big day, huh?" he asked.

"Yes, I finally turned 18 today." I announced proudly.

"Finally legal, huh? Well, congratulations! I guess that's why you wanted
Monday off, so you can go visit that Marine recruiter you've been talking
about for a month now?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Yes, sir! I'm finally old enough to join up." I said proudly.

"Well, I tell you what. Why don't you take tomorrow off as well so you can
really celebrate tonight. Take it as my birthday present. Now, go on and
get out of here and go do what you've had your mind on all day!" he
laughed.

"Gee! Thanks, Mr. Holloway!" I said as I grabbed my coat and headed out the
door.

I made it to the bus station in record time, practically running the whole
way. When I got there, Wally was waiting for me at 'his' table in the
restaurant with a small box sitting on the table, wrapped in light blue
paper and darker blue ribbon on it with a bow. Vera came over with a cup of
coffee for me, wished me a happy birthday and kissed me on the cheek. I was
embarrassed by the attention and blushed. Wally just laughed.

"Sit down, kiddo, and open your first present." he said.

I sat down and tore open the box. Nestled inside of more paper to cushion
it was a red ceramic mug with the seal of the Marine Corps on it! I tried
to thank Wally for it but he stopped me.

"That isn't from me, kiddo. That's from that young Marine of yours. This is
from me." he said, handing me a smaller box.

I opened it and inside was a beautiful pocket watch with a chain. The cover
of the watch had a spread-wing eagle on it. Wally showed me how to open it
and when I did, I could see that on the face of the watch was the Marine
Corps emblem as well! I thanked Wally effusively. Never had I ever had
anything so nice! I had a watch, it had cost me $5 at a pawn shop and you
had to wind it.  This, Wally told me, was electronic and would only have to
have the battery changed once every two years. He showed me how to hook the
chain to my belt and also showed me the watch- pocket in my jeans. I'd seen
that little pocket there but had no idea, until Wally showed me, what it
was for!

"Wally, this is the best birthday I've ever had!" I enthused. "I've never
gotten any presents for my birthday before."

"Well, kiddo, there's still one more present coming. Should be here any
minute now." he said smiling.

"What is it?!" I asked all excited.

"Can't tell you, kiddo. It's a surprise." he said and then his face lit up
with a huge grin. "There you go, kiddo. Why don't you turn around and I
think you'll see your other present."

I turned around and looked and there, coming across the station from the
entrance where passengers arrived, was...ERIK!!!

I flew out of my seat and ran to him. He stopped, threw his duffle bag to
the floor and held out his arms. I didn't even think about all the people
in the station seeing this, I just flew right into his embrace! Once again,
his scent surrounded me and I knew that it was a scent that I would always
remember and recognize. A scent that stirred feelings deep inside of me -
and not just in my groin.  We continued to hug each other tightly as Erik
whispered in my ear.

"Happy Birthday, Tim."

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Why didn't you tell me you were
coming?!" I asked, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" he grinned.

"Well, it certainly is!" I grinned back. "How long can you stay?"

"I have to go back on Tuesday. I wanted to go with you to the recruitment
office on Monday." he smiled.

"They ought to give you credit for recruiting me!" I grinned.

"Actually, they will." he laughed.

We were still standing there in the middle of the bus station holding onto
each other like we didn't want to ever let each other go. Finally, however,
I think we both noticed what we were doing at the same time and reluctantly
let go of each other. We grinned sheepishly at each other and then Erik
picked up his duffle and threw it over his shoulder. His other arm he put
across my shoulders and we walked over to where Wally was.

"So, welcome back, Marine! Come to drag this one off to the Corps as well,
huh?" Wally grinned.

"Yep! The Corps always needs good men, you know that! And Tim is going to
be one of the best!  I just know it!" Erik said.

I thrilled at the compliment that Erik paid me. I only hoped and prayed
that he was right. I wanted so badly to make him proud of me. I didn't
exactly know why at that point that I cared so much about Erik being proud
of me, but I finally figured it all out - eventually.

"Well, you boys run along now. I know you've got a lot of 'catching up' to
do!" Wally laughed.

Erik and I both blushed at this but we almost ran out of the depot heading
for my apartment. We didn't speak as we sped along the street and climbed
the stairs to my door. I could hardly get the key in the door, I was so
excited! Finally I got it open and we got inside. Erik put his duffle down,
turned and locked the front door and grabbed me in his arms. He kissed me
passionately for a long time - until we both were almost gasping for air!
Finally he broke the kiss and looked down at me.

"I've been wanting to do that again since I left here." he murmured.

"And I've been wanting you to do that since then as well. I just didn't
think I'd ever see you again." I replied softly.

"Why? How could you think that?" he asked.

I hesitated. How could I make him understand?

"Because nobody in my entire life ever cared all that much about me. You
know about my Mom.  She loved heroin more than me. There was nobody
else. Mr. Holloway and Wally have been real nice to me but...well...I don't
have any friends, not real friends. Never did have. I was shocked when you
wrote me!" I tried to explain.

"I told you I would." Erik said.

"People say lots of things they mean at the time." I said quietly.

"Yeah. I guess that is true. But I want you to know something about me -
and it's true for most Marines. If I say I'm going to do something, I do it
or I damned well die trying. I don't make promises that I can't keep and I
don't say things that I don't mean - and not just mean at the moment. Most
important, if somebody is my friend, then they're my friend forever. I
don't run out on them and I don't cut them out of my life. If I care about
somebody, then they are important to me. And I think I care about you more
than anybody I know." he said.

During this whole speech, Erik held me in his arms and I looked up into his
deep, blue eyes. I could tell, without a doubt, that he meant every word
that he was saying. When he got to the part about caring about me more than
anybody, I looked at him in shock! Me?! He cared more about me than
anybody?! How could that be?! Sure we'd spent those two days together and I
gave him my 'cherry' - all of them - but did it mean as much to him as it
did to me? I knew I cared more about him than anyone I'd ever known but,
then again, I didn't have that many people in my life to care about.

"Don't look so shocked." he smiled, evidently noting the look on my
face. "Did you think that what happened between us was just sex? Something
I just enjoyed and then would just forget about? Did you really think I
could just walk away and forget about you?! Couldn't you tell that
something more than just being horny was happening between us? Or maybe you
don't feel the same way?"

"Oh, Fuck! NO! I do feel the same way! I swear I do! Yes, I could feel
something different but I was afraid! I didn't know what was going on and I
didn't want to read more into it than was there. I promise you, what
happened between us meant more to me than anything that ever happened to me
in my whole life!" I swore to him.

"I kinda figured that when you wrote me a letter every day." he grinned. "I
kinda got the feeling that maybe I was important to you. It sure got a lot
of guys in the barracks jealous of me! Nobody got a letter a day from
anybody! Not even the guys who were engaged."

"Oh, God! Did anybody say anything? I mean, did they know that I was a
guy?" I asked, worried that someone might stumble onto the fact that Erik
was Gay and ruin his career in the Corps.

He smiled gently at me.

"No, Tim. Nobody said anything. And they know you're a guy. I just told
them you were a friend from back home and that you were going to enlist in
the Corps and had a lot of questions. The best lie is one that has the most
truth in it." he grinned.

I could see his point. Almost everything he told them was the truth. There
was just a lot of 'truth' he wasn't telling. And that was okay with me! I
wouldn't do anything that could hurt him - I'd rather have my nuts cut off
first!

"Now, there are two things wrong here." Erik said.

"What?!" I asked. I couldn't imagine what was wrong.

"You've got too fucking many clothes on and we're not in bed!" he grinned.

And with that, he let go of me, stooped down, threw me over his shoulder
and carried me to the bedroom! I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do
or say! First of all, that he could pick me up like I was a sack of
feathers blew me completely away! I'm not small! I'm 5'10" and I weigh
somewhere around 180! Since my Mom died, and I got a job so I could start
eating regularly, I'd filled out a lot. I'd also been working out in the
weight room at the High School. The coaches all knew me and they knew my
situation so they never said anything. Even after I graduated, I continued
to go there several times a week - usually after work when I wasn't
visiting Wally - and would pump iron. Since I decided to go into the Marine
Corps, I'd stepped up my workouts, making them longer and more intense. So
the fact that Erik could just pick me up and throw me over his shoulder was
not something I was expecting!

He walked into the bedroom with me and plopped me on the bed. Then he stood
there and started to unbutton his BDU's. I quickly sat up.

"Stop! Please don't!" I said.

He looked at me strangely.

"You don't want me to undress?" he asked.

"No." I pleaded. "I want to do it! Please? You don't know how many nights
I've fantasized about this!"

He smiled then and dropped his hands to his side.

"Okay, then. Have it your way. I'm all yours." he grinned.

I moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. I started unbuttoning his BDU
shirt and when I had undone all the buttons, I slowly spread it open and
slid it down his arms. His muscular chest and arms were revealed and I was
again overwhelmed with the masculine beauty of his body. I couldn't help
myself. My hands began to gently stroke the skin of his chest and arms,
feeling the strength of the muscles but the softness of the skin. Such an
incredible and erotic contrast! He groaned at my touch, letting me know
that I should move on before he came without me even getting him naked!

I pulled the top off him and was about to go to the pants, when I looked
down and saw the combat boots which his pants were 'bloused' into. I got
down on my knees and began to untie the boots, pulling them off his feet
one at a time. His feet, clothed in white athletic socks gave off a not
unpleasant scent of sweat and leather. Actually, I found the scent rather
erotic and promised myself to explore it later. Once his boots were off, I
stayed on my knees, this time unbuckling his webbed belt and opening the
buttons on his pants. I slowly slid them down his thighs, only to encounter
something that I hadn't seen the last time I'd seen him undress -
underwear. White briefs - my favorite kind! His cock was making an obscene
bulge in them and there was already a wet spot by the head of his cock. It
hit me at that moment that it was me that was causing him to leak like
this! He wanted me! I was grateful because I surely wanted him!

I let his pants drop to around his ankles and he stepped out of them. I
reached up then to take off his briefs but instead, pushed my face into the
crotch of them and took a deep breath of his strong male scent. It was
intoxicating! I got high on his scent! I then opened my mouth and pressed
it against the white cotton fabric where his cock bulged and blew my warm
breath onto him. He groaned and I felt his hand come up and press on the
back of my head, pressing my mouth harder onto his cock. I moved over to
where the wet spot of pre-cum was and began to suck it out of his
briefs. He groaned again.

"If you don't quit that, I'm gonna cum really fast!" he groaned.

I quickly pulled my mouth away and, grabbing the waistband of his briefs,
pulled them down until they, too, were around his ankles and he went to
kick them away. Instead, I grabbed them and brought them up to my nose,
taking deep breaths of the pouch where his cock had rested. I looked up
into his eyes as I did so.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned softly, watching me smelling his briefs.

His cock, now free, was standing at rigid attention, heavily leaking
pre-cum. I pulled the briefs from my nose and leaned forward, flicking out
my tongue to taste the crystal liquid that poured from his cockhead. It was
every bit as sweet as I remembered it being.

But things were moving too fast for Erik. He hooked his hands under my arms
and lifted me to my feet. Without a word, he began to rapidly strip me of
my clothes. When I was naked he pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on
top of me, grinding our erect cocks together.

"I need you, Tim! I need to fuck you! I need to be inside of you really
bad!" he moaned, looking deep into my eyes.

"It's where I need you to be." I said softly and he smiled at this.

He hopped off me and ran out of the bedroom. I couldn't imagine what he was
up to until he came back, carrying his duffle bag. He unzipped it and
pulled out the bottle of lube like he had last time. I lay back and pulled
my legs back until my knees were on my chest, my ass open for him.  When he
saw me spread and ready for him, he stopped short.

"Oh fuck!" was all he said, his eyes filled with a deep hunger.

He climbed onto the bed and got his face down into my ass and began to lick
my trench and to press his tongue into my hole. Of course, having only had
those two days with him and that being several months ago, my hole was a
tight as the first time he fucked it. That didn't seem to matter to him,
however, he ate my ass for the longest time until my hole relaxed and
allowed his tongue to slide in and out at will.

Once he'd loosened me as much as he could with his tongue, he then began
applying lube to my hole and slowly slid one finger in. It was a little
tight at first but I remembered what he'd taught me and pressed down with
my muscles while breathing slowly and deeply to relax. It worked because
his finger soon was sliding easily in and out of me. He kept working on me
until he had three of his fingers working easily in and out of my ass.

He then began lubing his cock and applied more lube to my hole. I got up
over me, resting on his stiff arms and his cockhead pressed against my
hole.

"Just relax and push out." he said, looking into my eyes.

I smiled at him and nodded, slipping my arms around his neck. He pushed and
the head of his cock pressed against my opening. There was some resistance
for a moment. I pushed down and the head of his cock slid into my
butt. There was a moment of pain and then his cock slid in deeper and all I
could feel was the ecstasy of being joined to him again! Being filled with
him again!

When he was all the way inside me, he stopped. He leaned down and kissed me
passionately as I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his
waist. Pulling his mouth from mine finally, he rested there, letting me get
used to being filled with him again.

"Are you okay?" he asked as my body began to relax around his cock.

"I'm better than 'okay'! I'm wonderful!" I smiled.

"I don't know how long I can last. I haven't even jacked off in a week
thinking about you! My hand just couldn't substitute anymore." he grinned.

"It doesn't matter. Just fuck me. I want you to get off. I want you to fill
me up with your cum." I groaned. "I don't think I'll last long either!"

He grinned and began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my ass. As it
did, his thickness rubbed up against my prostate - something I'd learned
about in a book that I found in the store called "THE JOY OF GAY SEX". It
sent thrills through me and made my cock tingle with an electric energy. I
didn't have any worries about getting off. My problem, from the moment that
he started fucking me, was trying to hold back and not cum too soon!

Within a very short time, Erik is pounding my hole and working up a
sweat. The scent of him, the feel of his warm, sweaty skin against me, the
feeling of the warm droplets of sweat that fell from him onto my skin drove
me higher and higher into realms of ecstasy! The power of his thrusts, the
strain I could see in his bulging muscles, the look of determination on his
face as he fucked me were driving me closer and closer to my own crisis.

We were both too horny for each other, too far gone in the intense feelings
that our bodies were causing each other to hold back for long. Soon, Erik's
rhythm was lost and he was slamming his cock into me harder and harder,
faster and faster, until he suddenly froze and screamed out.

"FFFFUUUCCCKKK!!!"

Then, for a moment, I could feel the tremors as his cock poured his seed
deep inside me. But only for a moment because then my own orgasm caused my
cock to begin showering both of us with my cum, spraying all over us and
dripping from his chest and abs onto me as I, too, screamed out.

"AHH!!! FUCK!!!"

It took a while for both of us to stop cumming, so intense was the orgasm
that we seemed almost to share. Erik dropped down onto his elbows, putting
his face close to mine. When I'd gotten my breath back, I pulled him closer
and kissed him deeply. He groaned into my mouth and I could feel his cock -
still hard - jerk in my ass.

"Feels like you haven't had enough yet." I smiled at him.

"Told you I was horny." he smiled sheepishly.

"Feel like fucking me again?" I asked quietly.

"Could you take it if I did?" he asked, looking at me questioningly.

"I can take anything you care to do." I smiled.

"You sure?" he asked, making every effort to give me a way out.

"Yep! Very sure!" I said, pushing my still hard cock up against his abs as
proof.

"Mmm....yeah....I see!" he grinned.

He began to move his hips slowly in and out. As intense and furious as the
first fuck had been, that was how gentle and prolonged this second one
was. Again, I had the feeling that this was more than just sex between
us. Something was happening deep down inside of me. Feelings that I
couldn't put names to were welling up and seemed to be answered by feelings
from Erik. This time, he kissed me long and passionately as he fucked
me. When his mouth wasn't on mine, it was someplace else on my body - my
neck, my cheeks, my ears. My hands were touching and stroking every part of
him that I could reach. It was almost unbelievable how gently this huge,
muscular Marine made love to me.

Slowly, over a long period of time, Erik's strokes finally became faster
and stronger. My own cock had remained hard the whole time, leaking pre-cum
onto my abs and lubricating the skin between us. Suddenly, I felt his hips
shift slightly and his cock began to batter my prostate. What had been
comfortable and comforting before now became quite intense and acutely
stimulating!  Within moments, I had reached the point of no return! I
hardly had time to cry out, giving voice to nothing but sound without
words, as my cock began to again unload the contents of my balls all over
both of us! I was shocked that there was anything left in my nuts after the
last orgasm but, evidently, it didn't take that long to recharge!

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" I screamed as I once again as I shot my load.

The clutching of my chute around his cock evidently set Erik off because
within seconds he was echoing my screams and unloading yet another load of
USMC cum in my butt.

"I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" he screamed out, as if there was any doubt about
what was happening.

I could once again feel his cock twitching in my ass, filling me with his
seed and thrilling me deep inside as I could feel him emptying himself into
me. It was like it was not only his cum but himself that was pouring into
me - all his feelings, all his caring, all his love. I knew I had no right
to think that but I couldn't help myself! The feelings I had for him were
beginning to become overwhelming and I didn't know what to do about it.

Erik collapsed on me and I put my arms around him as he lay there, his
mouth licking and sucking at my neck as his warmth and scent surrounded
me. My legs wrapped around his hips and I was suddenly found myself with
tears running down my face. It wasn't sadness. It was the sheer, incredible
happiness of being alive! Of being close to him! Of having him buried
within my body and feeling a part of him! It was the happiness of feeling
him holding me and knowing that I had given him pleasure. But, above all,
it was the incredible joy - and pain - of being in love for the first time
in my life and finally knowing it!

Erik finally recovered from the physical exertion of making love to me when
he rose up and saw the tears streaming down my face.

"Tim! What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No." was all I could get out, turning my face away from him and trying not
to look at him or have him see me crying.

"Tim, look at me. Please." his voice came softly, but there was a hint of
'command' in it.

I slowly turned my head back.

"What's wrong." he asked quietly.

"Nothing." I said, unconvincingly - even to myself!

"Don't give me that. Something's wrong. Now, what is it?" he demanded.

"It's not wrong...well...it's wrong because I don't have any right...but
it's not your fault...I just...nothing!"

My mouth couldn't form the words because my thoughts were so jumbled. I
wanted to tell him but I didn't want to tell him! I was afraid that I would
lose him if I told him and afraid that if I didn't, I'd lose him
anyway. Most of all, I knew if I didn't tell him, I'd explode!

"Tim, you're not making any sense here. Slow down. Tell me what's bothering
you." Erik said patiently.

I took a deep breath which, of course, filled me with his scent - which
didn't help at all! I exerted all the strength I had, which wasn't much
after that fucking, and slowly began.

"I know I don't have any right to say this...but I can't find any other way
to tell you because it's the truth." I said.

"What's the truth?" he asked, confused.

"I...I...I love you." I finally burst out.

He looked at me for several moments, a stunned look on his face and then
his features changed into a soft smile.

"Was it that hard to tell me that?" he asked softly.

I looked down, avoiding his gaze.

"Yes. I figure that I'm just a kid to you and the last thing you need is
some kid with a crush on you." I said.

"Is that all it is? A crush?" he asked.

"No. It's more than that. I really do love you. It took me a while to
figure it out because I've never really loved anyone before. I'm sorry." I
said and the tears started leaking from my eyes again.

Erik took his hand and put his fingers under my chin, lifting my face until
my eyes were again gazing into his.

"And just exactly what are you sorry for? Are you sorry you're in love with
me?" He asked, a gentle smile on his face.

"No! I'm sorry to do this to you! To fuck up everything like this!" I
insisted.

"Wait! Hold on here a minute! What do you mean, 'fuck everything up like
this'? How does loving me fuck anything up?" he asked.

"You're a Marine, for God's sake!" I insisted. "You don't need some kid
being in love with you!"

"I don't see a kid in love with me anywhere around here. I see a young man,
a young man who is going to be one of my brother Marines - and a damned
good one! - telling me he loves me. I don't know about you, but that makes
me pretty proud and very happy." he said, softly.

"It does? You don't hate me for it?" I asked.

"Why in the fuck would I hate you for loving me? Do you hate me for loving
you?" he asked.

I was just about to answer when what he said hit me! Did I hate him for
loving me? Loving ME?!  Erik loves me?! I looked up into his eyes,
searching for laughter that would tell me he was joking, but I could find
none! His eyes were looking into mine, dead-on serious!

"You...you love me?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Yes. I love you. I have since the first time we were alone together, I
think. At least since the first time I made love to you. I've tried to tell
you that you were special to me - that it wasn't just sex between us. I
guess you didn't quite understand. I guess that makes sense though. I
should have been more clear. Yes, Tim. I love you. And the fact that you
love me doesn't make me angry or unhappy. In fact, quite the opposite. It
makes me about the happiest Marine in the fucking Corps!" he grinned.

The End of Part 4 of RECRUITED FOR THE CORPS

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