From: plowboyoh@aol.com (PlowBoy OH)
Subject: "Soldier's Boy" (m/m)/ "Dad's eyes were closed. My eyes followed..."
Date: 2 Apr 1997 22:48:51 GMT

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Soldier's Boy: Pryed and Prejudice
Part Five

by
Andrew Renz
Copyright 1997
	
	Heath put his hands on his stomach. It churned with nausea. He
lowered his hands to his crotch and hefted his nuts in one hand and pulled
on his dick with the other; an involuntary action, like breathing, just
something you do in when you're naked.
	As he felt himself up he thought back to the previous night. He
felt guilty about what he done, but he felt good about it. He'd enjoyed
himself. So too, it seemed, had his Dad, even if he was passed out.
	"Oh, God," he groaned, "with my dad." He felt like throwing
up. Curling up into a fetal position he turned onto his side and pulled the
covers over his head.

	John Soldano was on the couch. His hands pressed over his eyes,
massaging them. He could feel each vessel in his head as the blood coursed
through them.
	He put his hands on his stomach and ran them up to his chest. He
sat up. Why was shirt pulled up so high, he wondered. He sat up quickly. He
looked once, then again at his cock. Where were his shorts?
	"What the fuck?," he said aloud.
	He looked around the room. All was silent. He looked out the
sliding doors to the patio. He glanced around the room trying to make sense
of the situation. He pulled his shirt back down and stood up. His thick,
uncut cock swung between his legs as he walked to the end of the couch
where he found his shorts. Quickly he pulled them on.
	"This doesn't make sense," he said to no one.
	He went upstairs to the bathroom. He looked down the
hallway. Heath's door was open. He walked softly across the carpet, pushed
the door open a little and stuck his head around the door. There were
Heath's clothes thrown across the floor. Heath was asleep beneath his
covers. John pulled the door shut and went back to the bathroom.
	Beneath the green comforter Heath's eyes were wide open in terror.


	John stood over the toilet, left hand on his hip, the other
supporting his dick. He pulled back the skin while he pissed. The foreskin
seemed to stick. He finished his stream and flushed the toilet. He pointed
his dick toward his face and slowly pulled the skin back. He winced from
the pain. He stared at the head. He saw it - the remnants of dried cum on
his head. He checked the rim of the sensitive head. He jerked back his head
and stared blankly at the ceiling. He had not been dreaming.
	John marched down the hallway to his son's room and flung the door
open.
	"Heath," he said sternly, "Heath, get up."
	He grabbed the covers and pulled them back. Heath flipped onto his
back and stared in shock at his dad's face. His jaw muscle tensed and
relaxed, tensed and relaxed. His eyes bored into Heath's stare.
	"What!? What!?," Heath yelled in fear. The Marine's rage had made
him forget his guilt. He didn't even think about the fact that he was
nude. He pressed his back against the headboard.
	"What happened last night?," the Marine barked.
	"Whaddaya mean? Wha.. what?"
	"You know what I mean. What happened?"
	"I don't know. I don't know what you're..,' his eyes misted.
	John thrust his pointed finger at his son's face. "Last night. What
happened? I woke up this morning on the couch and I didn't have any clothes
on. Can you explain that?"
	Heath stared at the far wall.
	"Listen, goddamit, you'd better answer me!"
	Heath shook his head from side to side without looking at his dad.
	"You'd better fucking answer me, Heath! What happened?"
	Heath whispered as the tears streamed down his cheeks, "I don't
know."
	"What? You don't know? You don't know?"  The Marine brought his
fist down on the mattress. Heath flinched in fear. He had never seen his
pop this angry before. Never.
	"Dammit, Heath!," John yelled, "I... you...," he began to sob in
frustration and anger and hopelessness.
	Heath brought his eyes up to meet his father's face, "I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have. I can't say
anything else."
	His father's eyes narrowed. There was long moment of silence before
he spoke. "What are you? A fag? A fag? For chrissakes, I'm your father! I'm
not a cocksucker or some, some experimental fag thing."
	"I'm sorry."
	"You're sorry. Is that all you have to say? You're sorry?" The
Marine paused for a moment. "I'll show you what sorry is. You want to suck
cock? You want to taste a dick in your mouth? Fine, that's fine!"
	The Lieutenant turned to walk out of the room. He wasn't in control
of his rage any longer; his rage controlled him. He had his hand on the
door. He could hear his son weeping behind him. The Marine turned back
around.
	As he walked toward Heath, who sat crying on his bed, he unfastened
his shorts and pulled down the fly.
	"Okay, you wanna suck my dick? You wanna be a faggot? Fine. You
start with this. Come on. Suck it."
	Heath's jaw dropped open. He stared in disbelief at his dad who
stood before him, dropping his shorts onto the ground. Through his blurry
eyes Heath watched the officer as he stroked his dick. It grew in his rough
hands.
	Heath cried and shook his head, "No, please. No. I said I was
sorry, Dad."
	John moved closer to the bed. His uncut cock stuck out from his
body. It was hard. He waved it through the air at his son's face.
	"Come on, put your mouth on it."
	"No, don't do this."
	"Suck my fucking cock. That's an order, soldier." John's hand
reached out and settled on Heath's head. He pulled him forward.
	Heath stared at his dad's meat, just inches from his mouth.
	The grip on the back of his head tightened. John spread his legs
and arched his back, thrusting his cock forward. At the same time he pulled
at Heath's head. His dick brushed across his son's face.
	"Come on. Come on. This is what you wanted last night, isn't it?
You wanted to suck on my joint. Now's your chance. Take it. Blow me."
	Heath's chest shook. Salty tears streamed from the corner's of his
eyes.
	John ran his cock back and forth over his son's lips. He pushed at
the full lips aggressively, trying to part them. Heath resisted.
	"Open your mouth," the Marine ordered.
	Heath opened his mouth as his dad's cock slipped between them.
	"That's it. Open `em up wide. Let me slide this cock in there so
you can get a good taste."
	John continued to force his cock into his son's mouth. Heath slid
forward, taking the cock inside, his head being urged forth by the Marine's
grip.
	"You like it? Is this what you wanted?"
	Heath said nothing.
	"I said, `do you like this?," John growled, quickly pulling on the
back of Heath's head.
	Heath nodded
	"Good. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to get a good taste of
my cock. Its what you `ve been wanting, isn't it? Or did you get some of it
last night? You suck me off last night? While I was passed out?"
	Heath's eyes shot open. John saw the look register on his son's
face and said, "That's what I thought. I thought I just dreamed of getting
a blowjob until I realized I didn't have any clothes on this morning. And
then when I went to the bathroom I saw the dried cum on my dick. So come
on! Come on!"
	John Soldano was suddenly overcome by a strange feeling of
power. While it seemed like he was half-possessed from rage, he was, in
fact, really getting turned on. He looked down and saw his cock
disappearing into the young man's mouth.
	"Yeah, man, get all you can. There's more."
	Heath's stomach was full of butterflies. He was embarrassed. His
own dick was flaccid. This was completely different than last night when he
was sucking his dad off and fingering his asshole.
	The Marine towered over his naked son. He no longer spoke. He
watched with interest as the eighteen-year old ran his tongue over his
cock.
	Heath, now aware that he was no longer being forced to suck, began
to voluntarily devour his father's dick. He moved his lips across the soft
skin slowly from mid-shaft to the head and back. Heath's cock began to
harden. He pulled off his dad's cock and moved to the side of the bed,
putting his feet on the floor.
	He looked up the taut frame of the Marine, up his chest until he
was staring at his dad's face. His dad stared back at him curiously, a look
of intrigue in his eyes.
	"Suck it, Heath," he said quietly.
	Heath put out his tongue and flicked it across the head, waiting
for some expression from the Marine. He did it again, this time skinning
back the flesh and wrapping his mouth over the entire head of the cock.
	John thrust his cock into Heath's mouth in short jabs. He wanted to
feel his mouth take his cock. It had been a long time since John had felt
anyone's mouth wrapped about his fat dick.
	His hand brushed the hair on his son's head.
	Heath stopped and looked up at his old man, "Is that good?"
	His father just nodded his head.
	Heath descended upon the rigid meat and engulfed it between his
lips, sliding down the shaft until his nose was buried in the thick bush of
the Marine's pubic hair. He gagged and backed off. He did it again. This
time more slowly.
	"Mmmm, " he heard from above. He looked up and saw his dad running
his hand across the front of his t-shirt. It slipped under the bottom of
the tee, exposing his hairy abs.
	Heath's cock began to drool.
	"Fuck yeah, " his dad sighed.
	Heath pulled off and ran his tongue down the underside of the cock
until he reached the balls. He put out his tongue and licked softly at
them. The Marine moved closer still and spread his legs further. Heath
arched his neck and pressed his lips against the low-hanging scrotum. The
hard cock resting on his face dripped precum from its tip.
	John Soldano breathed heavily as his son licked at his balls.
	Heath pulled them one at a time into his mouth. He jacked on his
own cock as he tugged at the low-hanging nuts.
	"Does that feel good, " he paused, "Lieutenant?"
	The response was a hand on his head that shoved his face back into
the Marine's crotch.
	Heath mouthed the base of the cock. His face was pressed into the
soldier's pubic hair. The smell of sweat and musk sent a surge of
adrenaline through Heath's body. His cock surged.
	He began to kiss his way upward onto the Marine's flat stomach. He
grabbed the officer's hard cock in his soft hand and squeezed it, causing
it to swell with blood.
	John Soldano lifted his shirt over his head, not removing it, but
trapping it behind his neck. His nipples were stiff. He ran his rough
fingers over his right pec, feeling it in his palm. He pinched his tit
between his fingers as his son moved his mouth across his stomach.
	Slowly, Heath rose, kissing his was across the muscular abdomen
until his mouth was level with the Marine's chest. Heath's mouth enveloped
the big brown nipple. He sucked on it, moistening it with his saliva.
	"Oh shit, that feels so damn good, " muttered the Marine. "Yeah,
suck my tit. Fuckin' bite em, man."
	Heath took the top of the nipple between his mouth and bit lightly.
	"Oh yeah, " his dad moaned.
	Heath stood and looked directly into his dad's face. There was no
sign of his father there. There was only lust in those eyes.
	The two stared into one another's faces for what seemed like
minutes. The moment was broken when John put his hands on Heath's chest and
shoved him backward, causing him to sprawl onto his back on the bed.
	John crawled atop the boy, sitting himself down across Heath's
chest.
	"Come on, boy. You wanna suck my dick? Yeah, I think you do. Come
on, open your mouth. Lemme slide in there, baby."
	The Marine's hand went to the back of Heath's blond head and pulled
him up. He rubbed the tip of his cock across the boy's face, leaving a
string of sticky lube on his left cheek and onto his lips.
	With the Marine's hard dick just above his lips, Heath opened and
sucked the head back into his hot mouth.
	John pinned Heath's shoulders to the bed with his knees as fucked
his mouth.
	"This is what you wanted isn't it, me fucking your mouth? Huh?
Yeah, I know it is. You've been dying to have my cum in your mouth haven't
you, boy?"
	Heath jerked his head back and forth as he sucked on his dad's
swelling cock.
	"Yeah, come on, baby. Suck me off. Your mouth feels so good."
	Heath spit in his hand and shoved it between his dad's crotch. John
rose slightly so the boy could reach under him. Heath grabbed his own cock,
slathering the spit over his already slick cock and began to work the head
of his cock between his encircled fingers. As his dad fucked his mouth,
Heath jacked off faster and faster. He'd fantasized about this moment often
lately and now that it was coming true he was in ecstasy.
	"I'm gonna cum soon. You ready for a mouthful of cum?," the Marine
hissed.
	The words set Heath off. His clenched his glutes together and
lifted his hips off of the bed. He could feel the cum boiling in his nuts,
searching for an escape.
	His dad's cock got larger and hotter. The marine gritted his teeth
with a snarl on his lips, "Fuck.. oh... fuck.... I'm... I'm... cumming. The
last word fell from his lips as he pulled his cock out of Heath's wet mouth
and shot hot streams of watery juice over Heath's face.
	Heath opened his mouth and caught the salvos on his tongue. With
one hard hump in the air the cum shot from his cock, like lava, all over
his dad's back and ass.
	"Oh yeah! Yeah, shoot it. Yeah, all over me, baby," John growled as
he as the slick cum slid down his has back. He sat on his son's chest and
rubbed his cock back and forth, smearing his cum across Heath's face.
	Heath watched his dad. He'd enjoyed it. They both had. Despite
whatever `lesson' or humiliation was intended.
	Wordlessly, John pushed himself off of Heath and stood. His eyes
froze on his son's face as cum trickled down the crack of his and onto his
hairy legs. He turned his head and looked at the door. Nervously, without a
word more, John turned and left his son.
	Heath's mind wandered into the distance as he stared at a spot on
the wall. He explored the perimeter of his mouth with his tongue, tasting
his dad's cum, before collapsing back onto the mattress.
	John Soldano walked back into the bathroom and stared at his
reflection in the mirror. He felt the muscles in his throat
constricting. He turned, fell to his knees and vomited.


Soldier's Boy: MmmPop
Part Six

by
Andrew Renz
Copyright 1997

	The toilet flushed, washing away the vile signs of his guilt. John
Soldano bent, his hands on his legs supporting his weight, as he watched
the water swirl down the drain. He wiped his hand across his mouth. The
acrid taste coated his mouth and throat.
	"Psst... are you awake? Hey, Johnny, it's me." The covers
were peeled back as he slept. "Please...no."
	He held the bottle of eye drops in his hand as he traced the tiny,
enflamed veins in the whites of his eyes. The saline fell to his eyes
mixing with the tears before cascading slowly down to his lips.
	Pulling back the shower curtain, he turned on the water. He cupped
his hands beneath the bluish cascade, brought the water to his mouth,
swished it around, then spit it back into the tub. He stepped in and pulled
the lever which, with a gurgle, forced the water into the shower head from
which it harshly pelted his face.
	Heath sat in his room on the floor resting his head against the
wall. He looked down at his body covered in splatters of cum, his own and
his father's. He ran his hand in circles on his chest. The dried
ejaculate flaked into tiny pieces like peeling skin. He pinched it between
his fingers and ground them into powder, letting it fall again onto his
skin. A wry smile replaced his blank gaze.
	He put his hand on his crotch and hefted his nuts in his hand. He
brushed his hands lightly over the hairs on his scrotum. He felt the hairs
as they thickened closer to his ass. He pulled his knees into his chest and
spread them apart. He brought his finger to his mouth and wetted it before
sticking it back between his butt. His finger glided up and down his crack,
tickling the skin. He again brought his finger to his face. He held it
beneath his nose and inhaled the smell of musk and sweat and saliva. His
cock hardened more as he was reminded of the smell of the Marine. He saw
the Marine on the floor in front of him, his cock aimed right at Heath's
ass.
	Heath extended his first two fingers and put them at his chin
level. He watched as the saliva dripped from his mouth in a thick
string. Carefully he moved the fingers between his legs. He closed his eyes
as he rubbed the spit across his asshole. He massaged the opening lightly
at first. As the sensations swelled, he overlapped his fingertips and
prodded more vigorously. With his ass lubricated, his fingers pushed their
way inside. It felt mildly intrusive but he persisted. He slid his fingers
inside up to the first knuckle and no further. He inserted and withdrew
them more rapidly. He couldn't believe how hard his cock was.
	Just then there was a knock at the door.
	"Heath? Heath?" asked the faint voice.
	Heath sat motionless. His fingers were still stuck in his butt.
"Yeah?"
	"I... I want to, um, to talk. Can I come in?," his dad asked
in halting speech.
	"Hold on a minute." Heath pulled the sheets from his bed and
pulled them over his lower body.
	 "Okay, come on in."
	His dad walked around the corner dressed in his robe. John saw his
son, draped only in a sheet, and looked away in guilt.
	Heath continued to finger his ass beneath the linens.
	"That never should have happened, Heath, and I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry."
	"Sorry for what?"
	"You know for what."
	"No, tell me."
	"Dammit, you know what I mean. For... what I did. The things I
said."
	"Oh, when you were fucking my mouth? That?"
	"YES! THAT!"
	"You don't have to worry. I guess I kinda asked for it."
	"Son, nobody asks for anything like that. I should've known
better than to do something like that. Please forgive me."
	"Did you like it?"
	John spun around with a look of shock on his face. "What!?"
	"I said, did you enjoy it? Did you like it?" Heath jabbed his
finger into his ass.
	"Shut up, Heath," his dad demanded angrily.
	"Would you do it again? If I asked you, would you do it
again?"
	"Heath, what the fuck is wrong with you!? No, I wouldn't!"
	Heath threw the sheets off of his legs, exposing his hard cock to
his dad. He spread his legs so John could see him fucking himself.
	"You wouldn't do it even if I asked?"
	John stared at his naked son. He clenched his fists with rage. The
veins in his neck jutted out. His face grew red in anger.
	"What if I said I wanted to do it again, dad? What if I walked
over there and pulled off your robe and took you in my mouth again?"
	Heath got on his hands and knees and crawled the few steps to where
the Marine stood. John stood frozen in place.
	Heath reached his hand up the slit in the front of the robe. John
raised his hand in the air and started to swing the back of his hand. Heath
bore his eyes into his father's. There were tears.
	Heath grabbed his dad's cock in his hand. It was still damp from
the shower. He pulled on it. With the first touch it started to heat and
rise.
	"Heath... please..," he said nervously
	"Please what?"
	Heath pulled the Marine's swelling cock into the air. Heath
stared at the foreskin covered tip. He leaned his mouth forward and wrapped
his lips around the hard brown shaft.
	John's legs trembled.
	Heath bobbed his head back and forth down the length of the
shaft. He backed up and watched as he carefully skinned back the shaft,
revealing the missile-shaped head. He stuck out his tongue and flicked it
across the head. John shivered. Heath moved his mouth the ridge of the head
and closed his mouth. He stuck his tongue into the piss-slit and sucked
forcibly on his dad's cock.
	John muttered a shuddered sigh.
	Heath reached his hands up and pulled on the waist sash. The robe
fell open. Heath stared at the god-like image before him. The hair on his
dad's stomach lay flat against his muscles. Beads of water still clung
to his skin.
	Heath put his hands on the solid back of the muscular thighs and
pulled them toward him. His father's dick disappeared deeper into his
mouth. Voluntarily, John pulled his hips back before thrusting back into
Heath's mouth.
	Heath smiled. He looked at his dad's face. His eyes were
shut. He bit his bottom lip.
	"Do you like that?"
	John nodded his head wordlessly.
	Heath dipped his head down below the heavy, hairy nuts and stuck
out his tongue. He reached out for the edge of his father's asshole.
	John's legs flexed inward, touching either side of Heath's
head. Heath leaned in deeper until he tasted the fleshy rim of his dad's
ass. He stuck out his tongue as far as he could and ran it across the
Marine's opening.
	"Ohhhhh," John breathed slowly.
	Heath stood up and walked behind his dad.
	"You don't need this," he said as he threw the robe over a
chair.
	Heath crouched behind his dad. He placed his hands on the steely
hard cheeks and spread them. He grinned as he stared as he stared at this
long sought after spot. He shoved his face forward between the Marine's
ass. He immediately found his asshole and sucked on it.
	John leaned over slightly and reached his hands behind his back,
grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them further apart.
	Heath paused for a second, enjoying that his father must be getting
turned on by his tongue fuck.
	"Get on the bed, dad."
	"Heath... we should... We have to stop."
	"If you stop, I'll tell."
	"Tell what?"
	"I'll tell someone what you did to me this morning."
	John looked at his son. Was he threatening him?
	"Don't look at me that way, dad. You know how news
travels. Now, just get on the bed. Besides, you're enjoying this too
much to stop."
	John didn't understand where this `new' side of Heath was
coming from, so he didn't know how much he was to believe. Reluctantly
he moved to the bed.
	"Me first, " Heath said. He got onto his bed on his
back. "Now bring your ass to my face. Squat over me."
	John looked at his nervously.
	"Do it."
	John positioned himself over his son's mouth. Heath stuck out
his tongue as John lowered himself down until he felt the slick flesh
against his own. Heath raised his head off of the bed and pushed deep into
his dad's asshole, soaking the black hairs that surrounded the hole.
	"Oh, Christ, that feels good," John moaned softly.
	Heath pulled his dad's weight further onto his face. He then put
his hand on his dad's muscular back and nudged him with his hand. He
wanted him to get on all fours. He pushed several times with no
reaction. He turned his head sideways.
	"Get on all fours."
	"What?"
	"Get on all fours. You heard me."
	John positioned himself on his hands and knees. Heath ran his
tongue slowly across the Marine's ass. He grabbed his cock with his
right hand and slowly began to stroke his dick, his dad's face just
inches away.
	He could feel his dad's hot breath blow across the sticky head
of his cock. It seemed to grow closer.
	"Get off," Heath said as he rolled to the side of the
bed. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
	Heath returned momentarily with a jar of Vaseline.
	"Get on your back."
	John looked nervous. He needed to leave. As much as he was enjoying
the rim job he needed to get the fuck out of this scene.
	Heath came over to the bed and put his hand on his dad's hairy
chest.
	"Just lie down."
	Heath dipped his fingers into the jar. He sat the container on the
floor and kneeled over his father's thick cock. Wrapping his left hand
around the hard shaft, he squeezed. His right hand slowly applied the
lubricant over the head and shaft. With the lube applied his dad's cock
seemed to get even hotter.
	With the remaining lube he reached between his legs and smeared the
opening of his ass with it.
	"Wha... what are.....?" the Marine asked in utter surprise.
	"I want you to fuck me."
	"Jesus, are you crazy!? I won't do this. I'm getting out
of here. We're both fucking crazy."
	John bolted upright and shoved his son off the side of the bed
where he landed against the wall. He shook his finger at his son in rage
and desperation.
	 "THIS...THIS... NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"
	Heath brought his hand to his lip. There was blood. He stared at in
silence. The rage grew inside of him, as well as the guilt. He stood and
leaped across the bed.
	"You son-of-a-bitch. You hit me."
	Heath raised his hands to hit his dad. John grabbed Heath's
wrists before they could strike. He spun him around and pushed him onto the
bed. Heath jumped back up and ran at his dad. John ran forward and
intercepted him again. They fell backward onto bed. Heath swung his fist in
anger. The blows against his father's solid torso resonated with
thumps. John tried to pin Heath down but he had wriggled loose and was
trying to stand up. The Marine grabbed him around the waist. Heath fell to
the floor, the Marine atop his back.
	John applied his full weight and pinned Heath's arms to the
side.
	"Lemme go! Lemme go!"
	"What's wrong with you!?, " John barked.
	The Marine's cock was still partially swollen and was pressed
into Heath's ass.
	"I can't believe you hit me."
	"I didn't hit you half as hard as I should have. Not half as
hard."
	Heath lifted his ass into the air, which pushed it back onto his
dad's cock. He was trying to get free.
	John pressed his chin into the crevice of Heath's neck and
shoulder. His hot breath blew across Heath's cheek. His whiskers rubbed
his skin.
	"Heath, we can't do this. This is wrong. It's wrong!"
	"You seemed to be enjoying it when I was eating your ass a
minute ago."
	"IT'S WRONG."
	Heath lied motionless. He felt the cock between his ass growing
harder.
	"I won't tell anyone if you fuck me. I won't," he
whispered.
	He could hear his father's gulp.
	"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry , dad. I can't help it
though. Ever since I saw you in the kitchen that night. I've wondered
ever since what it'd be like to be with a guy. When you were drunk the
other night... it just seemed like right thing to do at the time."
	John's cock grew harder. Heath wriggled beneath him again.
	"I don't know if I'm gay or not, dad. All I know is that
ever since then I've been thinking about you. No one else. Just you. I
wonder what it would feel like to get fucked... by you."
	"Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? You want me to
fuck you so you know what it feels like to have a cock shoved inside of
you?"
	Heath was surprised at the words. He wanted to force his dad to
fuck him. It wasn't as much of a game if he offered to do it.
	"I don't know," he said unsure of himself.
	John whispered into Heath's ear.
	"Would you like me shove my uncut cock into your ass? Fuck you
like you were a woman? Pound into your butt until I came inside of you?
	Thoughts raced through his head as he lay trapped beneath the solid
frame of the soldier on his back.
	Well!?"
	Heath swallowed as he realized he was no longer in control of the
situation. His dad, as he lied on his back pressing his hairy body against
Heath's smooth flesh, undulated his hips back and forth as he continued
to interrogate his son.
	"If that's what you want. If you want me to fuck you, then
I'll fuck you."
	The Marine opened his mouth and wrapped his lips against the tendon
in Heath's neck and sucked. He pulled at the skin with the suction from
his mouth.
	"Yeah, I'll fuck you then, baby. I'll fuck you so you can
quit wondering."
	"Wait..."
	"No, no waiting." John lifted himself slightly and took his
cock into his hand. He repositioned it further between Heath's smooth
ass. He humped into it. Heath jerked his arms, but the Marine lied back
down upon him.
	"How's that feel? You like it?"
	Heath said nothing. He stared under the bed at the wall across the
way.
	John put his lips on the nape of Heath's neck and bit it lightly
sending a wave of sensations through his son's body.
	He shoved his arms between Heath's chest and the
carpet. Roughly, he slid his fingers across his son's chest. He located
Heath's tits and massaged them with his fingertips. Heath let out a
small moan. John worked his mouth back and forth across the soft flesh of
Heath's shoulders.
	He pulled his arms free and pushed himself up until he sitting
between Heath's legs, staring at his cock nestled between his son's
white ass.
	He grabbed Heath's ass in his hand and smacked it firmly with
his palm.
	"Yeah, that's nice. You've got a nice ass to bury my dick
in, son."
	He smacked him again.
	He worked his fingers into the crevice of the flesh and traced them
over the already slicked hole. Heath spread his legs further apart. John
could now see the ring of Heath's ass. It shined from the petroleum
jelly.
	The Marine brought his thick finger to his mouth and sucked on it
before returning it to the rim of his son's ass. Slowly he circled the
opening with his finger, widening the hole with each swirl. Heath ground
his cock into the carpet.
	John forced his finger into Heath's ass, which made the
Marine's cock swell. He pushed deep into the tight ass, watching it
slowly absorb his finger past the knuckle. He held it inside momentarily
before beginning to make small circles. With each circle he pressed further
outward, widening the gap.
	Heath backed himself up onto his knees.
	"Yeah, lemme see that fuck hole. Lemme see what I'm
getting."
	John withdrew his finger and reinserted two. He pushed slowly as he
watched his fingers disappear into his son's tight ass.
	"Fuck yourself on my hand, Heath."
	Heath shifted forward on his arms, then pushed backwards onto his
dad's fingers.
	"Oh shit, yeah," the Marine yelled.
	Heath fucked himself on the Italian's thick fingers for several
minutes before he felt them withdrawing.
	John leaned in on his knees and rubbed his cock down Heath's
crack, each time dragging it slowly across his son's asshole.
	"Fuck me, dad."
	"What was that?"
	"I said fuck me. Please."
	"That's it. Lemme hear you beg for my cock."
	"Please, I gotta have you cum in my ass. Fuck me, man. Please,
fuck me."
	The Marine poised his uncut shaft at his son's ass. He leaned
back on his heels but thrust his hips forward so he could watch as he
fucked.
	The tip of his cock pressed into the boy beneath him. The Marine
ran his hand over the boy's ass. He lifted his hand and smacked the
flesh as he stabbed into him. The entire head entered with a pop.
	Heath winced and gritted his teeth.
	The Marine clenched his ass muscles and slowly worked his cock
further into the boy's ass. He pinched his right nipple as he slid his
way inside.
	"Aw, fuck, that's tight."
	Heath continued to grit his teeth as he tolerated the pain. This
guy had a thick cock. It felt like his skin was ripping.
	The Marine watched as inch by inch of his shaft slid into
Heath's ass. With one of seven inches left, John rose up off of his
heels.
	"You ready?"
	"Yeah, fuck me."
	The Marine brought his hand down hard across the boy's ass with
a loud smacking sound and shoved his cock all the way in, until his nuts
slapped against Heath's ass.
	Heath threw his head back, baring his clenched teeth. He groaned.
	"Oh, yeah," John moaned.
	John bent over the boy's back, careful not to move. He wanted
the kid to get used to the size of the dick in his ass.
	Heath moved his ass from side to side. The Marine began to move his
cock in and out of the boy's ass.
	"How's it feel to get fucked by my cock? Is it what you
expected? Man, I think my cock likes being inside of you."
	The Marine started fucking with deeper thrusts.
	"Yeah, this is a nice, tight hole."
	Heath winced as the Marine fucked him harder.
	"Stop. Please. Stop. It hurts."
	"This is what you wanted, though."
	"Just stop. Let's try it another way."
	Heath grimaced as he pulled off of his dad's dripping shaft.
	"Sit against the wall."
	John slid back till his back was flush with the wall, his legs in
front of him.
	"I'm gonna sit on it."
	Heath faced the Marine and got on his knees. He reached behind him
and grabbed hold of the officer's slick meat. He pointed the head at his
hole and slowly lowered himself down onto it.
	"Oh, yes," John moaned. He shut his eyes so he could better
enjoy the sense of his dick being swallowed by his son's ass.
	Heath settled slowly until he was flat against his dad's thighs.
	"Now, fuck me."
	John opened his eyes and stared into Heath's face. The look of
discomfort slowly turned into a pleasurable grin as his dad pushed upward
into his ass over and over.
	"Fuck me, harder," he yelled as he jacked on his swollen
cock. The precum flowed out of his head onto his dad's hairy abs.
	"Pinch my tits, Heath."
	Heath ground his butt into the Marine's pubic hairs. His reached
out for the tips of the soldier's hard nipples which poked out from the
dark, thick hairs on his chest.
	"Pinch `em. Harder. Aw, yeah," John moaned as he assaulted
Heath's flesh.
	John's arms were wrapped around the boy's waist to keep him
steady. He didn't want his cock to ever leave this tight ass.
	The pressure inside Heath was getting to be too much. He grabbed
his cock and began to jack off. At the same time he rose his ass higher off
of the stiff cock in his ass then slammed back down onto it, all the way to
the root.
	"Fuck me! Oh, man! Cum for me! I want you to cum inside me,"
the teen growled.
	Heath's breaths grew shallow and more rapid. His cock drooled
precum. It dripped onto the Marine's belly, making the hairs shine.
	"Gonna cum," he seethed. "I'm gonna cum!"
	His cock ached. With one final thrust of his fist the cum shot out
of his shaft. It spurted high into the air. The first stream landed like
waterdrops on the Marine's chin and chest.
	The Marine grunted in ecstasy, "Oh yeah, shoot that load on
me."
	Heath's ass tightened on John's cock, pushing him to the
brink.
	"Get ready, boy."
	Heath slammed his ass hard onto his dad's shaft.
	"Nnnnnngggggggyyyyyyyaaaahhhhh," the sound rose from deep in
the Marine's throat. The cum shot deep into the boy's ass as the
Marine's entire body shook.
	"Oh, Jesus," John said, sweat trickling down his forehead.
	Still impaled on the Italian cock, Heath started to laugh.
	"What's so fuckin' funny?"
	"Hahaha. Woo. That was something else," Heath said. He ran
his sticky hands through his blond hair, making his bangs stick up in the
front. "You can't tell me that wasn't good."
	He looked at his father for some acknowledgment. The Marine's
eyes watched as a glob of cum trailed downward over his chest.
	"I... I don't know what to think about all of this. I
don't know what I'm feeling right now. I know I don't really feel
good about this," John whispered.
	"I said I won't tell. I, mean, come on, you've never done
anything like this before?"
	"Get up, Heath."
	"What's wrong?"
	John spoke sternly, "I said, get off."
	Heath's grin disappeared and was replaced with a look of sadness
and guilt.
	John stood up but didn't look his son in the face. He grabbed
his robe, slipped it on, and walked quietly from the room.


Soldier's Boy: Pop's Psychology
Part Seven

by
Andrew Renz
Copyright  1997

	Every swing of the pendulem etched itself in his mind. The minutes
whiled themselves away. It was too quiet, almost to the point of being
creepy. The leather groaned as he shifted his weight in the oversized
ottoman. An elbow jabbed into the throw pillow as he attempted to make
himself at ease. He nervously worked his way through each of his fingers,
pushing the cuticles down.
	"I apologize for the inconvenience, John."
	"S'okay.
	"So how long has it been since you've talked to your son?"
	"We talk every now and then. Things are getting better. He, um, he
called the other night and said he went skiing for the first time. He
really seemed excited about that."
	"Are you nervous?"
	"I feel weird everytime I'm here."
	"No, not about being here. How are you about seeing Heath again?
How long has it been? Several months, no?"
	"Yes," he spoke slowly. His voice etched with a tinge of sadness.
	"And how does he feel about seeing you again?"
	"I don't know. He... we haven't told him I'm coming."
	"Do you think that's a good idea, springing yourself upon him
unexpectedly?"
	John's voice trembled a bit, "Look, it was my choice to send him
away and as his sole parent it is my right to take him back."
	"What if he's still angry? He's been through a rather traumatic
experience.  We've talked about this in our sessions. You uprooted him and
sent him to live with a relative he hadn't seen in years. Surely you're
aware that there'll be some bitterness toward you. I'm sure he's already
conveyed this to you."
	"It no so many words, yes."
	"And what if he doesn't want to come back? Have you thoug about
that? He's of consent. He has no legal obligation to return to you."
	"He's MY son," his voice rose, "That's his obligation. You know why
all this happened. I needed some time to sort out all these
feelings. Having him around would have been bad for both of us. I don't
know what was going through either of our heads at the time, but hopefully
we aren't as fucked up now as we were.  He's the only constant that I had
in my life other than the service. I miss him. I want him back."
	Tears welled in his eyes, "I can only hope he'll wanna come home."
	"Call him tonight, John. Tell him that you're coming. Please. At
least do that. Allow him time to mentally prepare himself."
	The hand swept up to the hour and the chimes clamored, breaking the
air of tension of the room.
	"That will have to do for now. Please, John, take my advice and
call him tonight."
	John reluctantly nodded his head as he stared at his feet. He stood
and walked to the door.
	"Oh, and Merry Christmas."
	"Yes," he spoke through a feigned smile, "Merry Christmas." He
turned and left the room.  ******

	
	"Well, we'll look forward to seeing you, John. Mhm. Bye-bye."
	Heath stared at his plate, mindlessly twirling a piece of chicken
in his mashed potatoes. Gravy trickled across his plate, forming a bog
beneath his green beans.
	"He's coming?" he said emotionlessly.
	His aunt put her napkin back on her lap and leaned her elbows onto
the table, "Yes, he's decided to come here for Christmas."
	The baby sat in his highchair, making burbling noises with his
saliva, clapped his hands and released an ear-piercing scream that faded to
a laugh.
	"And? Is that all he's doing?"
	"And, " his aunt paused, trying to work a spoonful of applesauce
into the baby's mouth, "he wants you to go back with him."
	"When's he getting here?"
	"Day after tomorrow."
	"May I be excused, please?"
	With a caring expression on her face she looked at Heath, "Is that
okay?"
	"Yeah. Now may I please be excused."
	She nodded her head in silence.
	
	Heath wandered into his bedroom and rms to muffle the sobs welling
inside his chest.

******

	From his room he could hear the closing of the door and the long
overdue reacquainting conversations.
	Heath had wanted to go the airport to meet his dad, but his
stubborness and the thought of the awkward atmosphere on the ride home kept
him at home.
	He waited in his room. He'd come eventually.
	The rap on the door came soon enough. Heath looked up from the
magazine he had not been reading to see his dad standing before him.
	For what seemed an eternity they looked at each other before Heath
finally moved.
	He approached the Marine, extending his hand, "Dad." His bottom lip
quivered.
	John exhaled, "Heath."
	Their hands clasped in firm embrace. Heath's heart beat
furiously. As they looked apologetically into each other's eyes all anger
and bitterness faded away.
	John pulled his son toward him and engulfed him in a hug. He kissed
the top of his head, "I've missed you, buddy. I'm so sorry."
	The lump in Heath's throat made it impossible for him to speak. His
tears fell onto John's shoulder. He squeezed his dad for all his worth,
finally whispering, "I've missed you too. I've missed you too."
	Heath lightly pressed his lips against his father's neck near the
band of the blue t-shirt. Frowning, he pulled away from his dad's embrace,
"You've been smoking, haven't you?"
	"New hobby," he replied as he sniffed at his shoulder.
	"Beats crack."
	John contemplated the remark. Innuendo? The look on his son's face
revealed no insight.
	"Yeah, so... you look good, kiddo. How's life been here in Ohio?"
	"It sucks."
	"It can't be that bad."
	"No, it does. Trust me."
	"Well, I, uh...," John's voiced trailed off, "Um, well, that's
kinda why I'm here, Heath."
	 John could see his son's blue eyes looking back at him from behind
long, tawny-colored bangs; his face angled toward the floor.
	"Well? Whaddaya think? Wanna come live with your old man in crappy
California again?" The words came forth haltingly as if expecting to be cut
off midstream.
	Heath continued his emo h," a grin traced across his lips, "Yeah. I
do."
	The Marine finally let exhale the air he had anguishingly held in
his chest as he waited for the words.
	"There are alot of things we've got to talk about, but now isn't
the time or the place. Let's go downstairs and get something to eat. I'm
starving. A six hour flight and all I got was two bags of peanuts and
something resembling Salisbury Steak."
	"Wait until you taste her cooking," Heath motioned his head to the
right, "You'll wish you were back on the plane."
	"That bad?"
	"She's the only person I know who calls everything she burns "Cajun
style."  And I know there is no such thing as Blackened Macaroni and
Cheese. Hello.  It's burnt. Not blackened. Burnt.
	John laughed. And for the first time in months he felt
good. Everything that had been missing in his life was back again, and it
stood before him dressed in a worn sweatshirt, Levi's and grey socks.
	
 
(Please note that the author means no disrespect to the Latino community by the
title. The author would bend over backward to please the Latino population.)

Soldier's Boy: People of the world, Spic up your life!
Part Eight

by
Andrew Renz
Copyright 1998

	He smirked, the light reflecting from his bared teeth, as he stared
into Heath's wet eyes which were partially visible from behind his tossled
bangs.  He closed his eyes and waited until he felt the wet warmth of those
pouty lips wrap around his cock.
	"Mmm yeah," he breathed.
	He visualized the lips sliding further and further down his uncut
cock until the glistening tip prodded against the back of his boy's throat.
	He felt the pop. His cock had reached that point where most people
had stopped yet Heath continued further.
	"Damn. Oh, baby. That feels so fuckin' good."
	Heath's hands squeezed the meaty flesh of his dark thighs, all the
while sucking fervently. He wrapped his hand around the swollen nuts and
pulled downward.
	"Not so hard. Easy. Ah, yeah. Like that."
	Heath slowly withdrew from his cock. With only the tip left in the
depth of his mouth, Heath secured his hand around the hot shaft and
carefully inserted his tongue in the folds of the foreskin. His tongue
dabbed at the precum. It was as sticky and sweet as liquid Equal. He ran it
in circles around the head.  He peeled the skin back with a delicate touch
to revel in the beauty of his swollen cockhead. Completely exposed, Heath
once again took it in his mouth to the pleasured sounds of moans and
punctuated breathing.
	He put his hands on the back of Heath's blond head and pushed down
as he slowly raised his ass off of the bed.
	"Oh f damn. Suck it," he growled as he pummeled Heath's face with
his sweaty crotch.
	Heath felt the blood pulsing through the veins of the shaft. It
swelled in his mouth. He was going to come anytime now. He pulled away from
the thrusts and extended his tongue, resting the cock against it. His hands
grabbed the dark meat and jacked it back and forth.
	"Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm comin'. I'm comin'," he said as he tried
to push Heath's face away.
	Heath pushed the hand free of his forehead and bent forward as the
first shot hit the roof of his mouth.
	"Aaaaauuuugh!," he yelled as a second and third volley jetted
across Heath's face.
	Heath sat on his knees, fingering his own ass as he lapped at the
cum which still crept out of the slit. Spontaneously, without even touching
his own cock, Heath shot his load. It blasted from his cock as if propelled
from a water cannon onto the body in front of him.
	"Oh yeah. Cum for me, baby. Oh yes! You're my boy! You're my boy!"
	Heath fell forward totally spent, "Well? How was that?"
	"Infuckingcredible. It's been a long time since..."
	The thought was cut short with a loud thumping downstairs.
	Heath bolted upright and onto the floor. "Shit! My dad's home!
Quick get dressed. If he sees.... Shit! Hurry up, man!"
	Carlos and Heath ran for their clothes, strewn at the foot of the
bed.
	"Man, my jock. Where's my jock?" the swarthy Mexican said as Heath
ran circles around him.
	"Who cares. You can get it later. Just put your shorts on," Heath
yelled in a whisper. "Oh, God. Oh, God."
	"Ese. Be cool. Be cool or he's gonna know something's up," Carlos
said in his gravely voice. He sat on the bed lacing his shoes. His brown
skin still glistened from sex.
	The bathroom door closed as Heath pulled his soccer jersey back
down over his head.
	"Dude, you might wanna trying putting that on front forward,"
Carlos grinned, fingering his light goatee.
	Heath looked down at his shirt. There was no V at the neck, "Damn."
	"Man, you're crazy. But I'll tell you what, you can work make magic
with that mo veryone crazy can do that then get me to an insane asylum."
	Heath pulled on a ball cap, tucking his sweat-matted hair beneath
it, "Okay, let's get you outta here. My old man's gonna ask a million
questions if we don't."
	He looked toward the bathroom. He could see the shadow of his dad's
feet just below the bottom of the door. Heath listened intently until
finally hearing the squeaking of shower levers and the patter of water. He
motioned Carlos near the door.
	"Brother, what's the deal? Your old man got a problem with Latinos
or something? If he does, i'd be more than happy to talk to him about..."
	"No. He just.... Well, it's complicated," Heath prodded Carlos down
the hall.
	"Oh, he's got a problem with, " and Carlos made the international
gesture for `drinks too much.' "Hey, my older brother's that way. He beats
his wife too, especially when he's been drinking. And he's a stockbroker!"
		"Carlos, you were a good fuck, but you're you're also a
dumb one. Now do me a favor and shut up, would ya?"
	Heath put his hand over his conquest's mouth and directed him down
the stairs. Carlos stuck his tongue out and licked his buddy's palm.
	Heath jerked his hand away, "That was so gross."
	"Coming from someone who just slurped my leche that means
nothing. So, um...  You think you and me, ya know... we can get together
again sometime?" Carlos said slyly as they stood at front door.
	"Probably," Heath said with no sound of promise.
	"Cuz, I mean, papi... you.... I mean. Whew. Damn."
	"I said we'll talk about it, " Heath's lips drew into a grin.
	"Excellente."
	"Okay. Go home. Casa. Tu casa. I'll see ya at practice tomorrow."
	"Man, you white boys crack me up. Okay, see you
tomorrow... Milkman."
	Heath glared at Carlos, who laughed as he walked down to the
sidewalk.
	"Hey, Milkman!" he paused to yell back over his shoulder.
	"What," Heath shot back with a tinge of anger in his voice.
	"Don't forget my uhh..., " he cupped his cock now swinging freely
beneath his black, nylon Umbros.
	"Yeah. Yeah," Heath yelled, "I'll look here. Heh heh."  Carlos
flashed his thousand-watt smile and headed into the night, "Milkman. Heh
heh. Milkman. Ah, I'm too funny."
	

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