Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 19:53:54 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: MARINE ENCOUNTER IV DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. It is NOT TRUE. Any resemblance between any character and any real person is thoroughly and completely accidental. This story contains scenes of sex between males. So you're forewarned. If this story warps your sex-drive or your previously held opinions, feelings or desires, then it has been successful. This story is dedicated to a real member of the USMC who is my friend and whom I care very much about. Marine Encounter - Part IV by RimPig (c) 2001 After laying together for a while, we got up and took a shower together. Shawn really loved my shower room and was especially enamored of it in day-light with the sun streaming through the glass roof. We washed each other and horsed around some in the shower and then we went out naked onto the covered balcony overlooking the city and the beach and let the warm air dry us naturally. I brought out more coffee onto the balcony and we sat on the lounge chairs next to each other and watched the waves rolling into the beach and the tourists gently roasting on towels and blankets. "So, soldier, what do you want to do today?" I asked. "Fuck you several more times." he grinned at me. "Well...if you think you can get it up that often!" I grinned back. "But I was referring to non- sexual activities." "I don't know. Just lying here and watching the ocean seems like enough for now!" he said, reaching over and taking my hand, brought it to his lips and gently kissed my fingers. "I was thinking you'd like to see a movie and maybe go out to dinner?" I suggested. "Yeah, that sounds cool. I don't know what's playing though. And I haven't been around long enough to know any good restaurants. And I'm sure you weren't thinking of dining at the Golden Arches!" he laughed. "No, I love bathing in the Golden Shower, but not eating at the Golden Arches." I leered at him. "Well, you keep pouring this coffee down me, and you'll get your shower quicker than you expect!" he informed me. "Well...I do have a movie I'd very much like you to see. I saw it last week and just laughed my ass off! And I want to see it again. And don't worry, I know every good restaurant in this town. You just tell me what cuisine you want, and I know the best place to go." I assured him. "Ok, but that's the problem. I don't think there's any kind of food I don't like! Just so long as there's plenty of it!" he stated. "Well, you're young, male and you're a Jarhead, so that's normal. I take it you especially like large hunks of meat that are burned over an open flame?" I suggested. "Yeah! Now you're talking!" he enthused. "Well, that settles that - Houston's it is for dinner. Best steak you can get for the price." I stated. "And what about this movie? What's it about?" he asked. "I want that to be a surprise, Ok? I will tell you the name of it is SORDID LIVES and two of the stars in it are Delta Burke and Beau Bridges. It is a comedy. And that's all I'm going to tell you." I stated. "Ok! Have your little secret. But if you're willing to see it for the 2nd time, it must be good." he said. "It is one of the funniest movies I've ever seen." I promised him. "So what do you want to do until then?" "I don't know. Do you have anything you want to do?" he asked. "Well, I would love to have you sit on my face and suck on your ass for a few hours, but there's something important we need to discuss." I said with a more serious look on my face. "Important, huh? Is this good or bad?" he asked. "I don't know. I guess it's all in how you look at it." I informed him. "What I want to discuss," I continued. "Is where you are going to sleep for the next month. I know you have a hotel room. How long did you rent it for?" "I only rented it for a week. I figured I'd take it a week at a time - whether I was going to stay in Ft. Lauderdale or go home." he said. "Well, then you wouldn't be out much money if you moved out today and moved your stuff in here for the rest of your leave." I stated. "Bobby...is that what you REALLY want?" he questioned me. "You aren't afraid you're setting yourself up to be hurt again?" "Yes. It is what I REALLY want!" I swore. "And I probably am setting myself up - but I don't give a fuck! I can't put my walls back up with you now. You've seen too much of the 'real' me. I figure at this point, if you were going to run, you'd have done it hours ago." I hung my head at making this admission. He reached over and lifted my chin with his hand. "I'm not going anywhere, babe. I'm not going to take the chance that this is all a dream and I'll wake up alone again." he whispered and then he pressed his closed lips to mine in a gentle, loving kiss. I looked into his eyes and saw there such love, but also still some pain. I guess we both had 'baggage' that we needed to deal with. Old pain that maybe we could cure in each other. At least I was more than willing to try. "Ok, then let's get dressed and go get your stuff." I said, trying to change the mood before I embarrassed myself by crying. But as I stood up to go inside, Shawn blocked my path. He reached out an put his hands on my shoulder. "I want you to believe me when I tell you, I will never knowingly do anything to hurt you. I really do care about you. I just want to make you happy." he quietly told me. Then he pulled me forward and into his arms. That did it! I leaned my head on his muscular chest and the tears poured from my eyes. And as I sobbed against him, he held me, stroking my hair and gently kissing my head. After a few minutes, I managed to pull myself together. "I'm sorry." I apologized. "For what, babe? All that pain has to come out sometime. Let me take it all away from you." he murmured in my ear. I pulled back and looked into his beautiful emerald eyes. "You know, I think you may be the one person who could do that!" At this, we kissed gently and then he opened his arms and let me go. It only took us a little while to go to his hotel room and get his stuff. There was really only a duffle bag full. I knew the hotel. It wasn't gay-owned but was, you might say, "gay friendly". This means that most of the people who work there and most of the people who stay there are gay. Or very open-minded. In fact, the guy working the front desk turned out to be the lover of an old friend of mine. While Shawn was packing up his gear, he and I had a little conversation and Shawn was very surprised to find that he got a refund on most of the un-used days he'd payed for. We took his things back to my apartment where I quickly moved some things around in my closet and some drawers in my armoire so that he had a place to put his clothes. Finishing this, I suggested we walk down the beach to a little gay-run hotel I knew of and have lunch outside overlooking the beach and A1A. Afterward, we took a walk down the beach and investigated some of the shops. Finally, in the late afternoon, we ended up back at the apartment again, sitting naked on the balcony and watching the ocean. As each hour had passed, I noticed something about Shawn that I hadn't been aware of before. He seemed to be more and more relaxed as time went on. I hadn't noticed the tenseness in him before, but as he began to let go of it, it became noticeable. I was very gratified at this, knowing that somehow he was becoming comfortable with me, with being in my place, with us being together. As we sat, there was silence between us. Not the uncomfortable silence of not knowing what to say but the comfortable silence of two people who knew each other well enough that continuous conversation was no longer necessary. I decided I would take a short nap before we went out to dinner. I hadn't really slept all that much last night, what with all the sex and the fact that it had been a very long time since I had someone else sleeping in my bed with me. I had no idea how difficult that was to get used to! But I knew that it was something that I really wanted and just figured that I would find a way to get used to it eventually. Certainly, it wasn't the most awful thing to have to get used to - having a hard, warm Marine in your bed! "Shawn," I said, "I'm feeling a little tired. I think I'm going in an take a nap. You can lie here or do whatever you want. I just like to get some rest before we go out." "You know, that's sounds like a really good idea!" he answered. "Neither one of us got much sleep last night thanks to your insatiable sex drive!" he chuckled. "MY SEX DRIVE!!!" I all but screamed. "This from a MARINE!!! It wasn't me that decided at 4am that he wanted to get fucked!" "No, that was you about 3:15 am!" he was almost falling off the lounge chair now, he was laughing so hard. "Ok. Have it your way! But I'm going to get some sleep!" I could barely keep from falling over laughing myself as I wound my way towards the bedroom. I was about to get into bed when I was hit from behind by a flying tackle which carried this hunk of a Marine and me rolling onto the bed. I ended up with him pinning my arms down to the bed from above me while he ground his crotch into mine, all the while grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary! For no explainable reason (he either decided to play "Dog" or that my face had turned into candy) he began licking my face all over with his tongue. I started with the tip of my nose, then moved onto my forehead. Then he trailed down my right cheek and followed the line of my jaw to where he was licking and lightly nibbling on my chin before going up the left cheek and ending up on my forehead again. I thought he was done, but no! Next he began licking all inside the folds of my ears and as far into the ear canal as his tongue could reach and, while erotic, it also tickled! I tried to squirm away from his aggressive tongue but there was no escape from the Mad Licking Marine! (Or should I say: MAN Licking Marine?) At any rate, after thoroughly cleaning out my ears with his tongue he again looked down at me, grinning like a naughty little boy. I could do nothing at that point but grin back at him. It was like we had both suddenly returned to childhood with the same innocense and fun of just being together. We were no longer two naked adult males grinding out sweaty bodies against each other as a prelude to intense sexual activity. We were just two naked little boys, wrestling on the bed, having fun. 'Messing Around' as I remember we called it then. Maybe little boys still do call it that. Then he leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead, he did something that no one had ever done to me before. He reached out his tongue and began to lick inside each of my nostrils. Now, he'd already licked the outside of my nose, but nobody had ever licked inside! It was a very strange and yet very sensual feeling. At first, I had what was probably a lot of guy's first reaction to being rimmed for the first time. But, after all, I quickly thought to myself, I loved sticking my tongue up his ass and certainly loved it when he did it to me! What was my problem with this? Embarrassment that he might find 'buggers' up there? He must certainly know that was a possibility when he went there in the first place! I decided to stop thinking about this and just lay back and enjoy it. It didn't really last that long. But is was probably the most intimate thing a man had ever done to me! He drew back again, his arms straight and resting on his hands that still held my wrists above my head, and looked down at me. It was like he was memorizing my face or using his "X-Ray Vision" to look through me into my very soul. It was a penetrating and intense stare. I lay there, grinning up at him, wondering what was going to happen next. What happened next was nothing that I would have expected. He slowly lowered himself, still gripping my wrists above my head, until my body was covered with his and his face was buried in between my head and my left arm. But rather than relax, I felt him go rigid and then I felt him tremble. The next thing I knew, he was softly crying. I couldn't move my hands to put my arms around him and so I moved my face closer until I was touching the side of his head. I didn't say a word, just slowly and gently rubbed my face against him. After a while, he calmed down. He turned his face towards me, his eyes rimmed red and still glistening with his tears. "Some Marine, I am!" his voice still husky with emotion. "Crying like a baby!" "I don't mind it. It shows a vulnerable side of you that I could definitely fall in love with." I whispered. "Was it something I did?" I wondered out loud. "No! It was something I did!" he growled and then turned his face away, so that it was pressed against the inside of my arm which he still held above my head. "Don't lock me out, Shawn. Please?" I begged him. "Don't turn away. Tell me what's wrong." He let go of my hands, got up from on top of me, got off the bed and walked over to the french doors leading to the balcony. He opened them and stood there in the doorway, looking out at the ocean. I didn't say a word. I just got up off the bed and went over and stood next to him. I knew he would tell me when he was ready. "I was 17. It was before I got messed up with Cheryl - or fell into here trap is more like it. There was this guy named Tim. He was a junior and I was a senior and the quarterback of the football team. He was a cute kid, kind of short and slight with red hair and blue eyes. Almost as deep as yours. He kept working out and I knew he wanted to get on the football team, but he was too small. I also knew that he liked me a lot. In fact, he almost seemed to worship me, but I was too stupid at the time to realize that he had the hots for me and was actually in love with me. I was too lost in my own confusion over what I wanted to really notice that about him. "Anyway, I kind of felt sorry for him - wanting to be on the team that bad and all - so one day in the weight room, I started talking to him. You'd have thought I'd just given the kid a million dollars they way he lit up! I asked him about his workout routine and showed him some new exercises to build up more muscle on him. I worked him hard, but he kept up with me. I was impressed at his willingness. "I finally called a halt to the workout and we hit the steam room together. We continued to talk about the team and it was then I suggested that even with his small build, there was one position he might be able to fill on the team - the kicker. It was evidently something that he'd never thought of and he got very excited. I guess his excitement was catching because before you knew it, there we were, out on the empty football field with me teaching him how to place-kick a football! "He seemed to have a natural aptitude for it, because before I knew it, he was a member of the team. That was the year we went to the regional championships. It was a very tough game. We were in the last quarter and the game was tied. Their defensive line was made up of the biggest, ugliest guys I'd ever seen in my life. They'd already managed to sack me four times. And I hadn't been sacked all year! "I couldn't get any closer than 35 yards out when the clock ran down to almost the end. We had one more play to run. I called our last time out and went over to talk to Coach. I didn't think we could rush against this line and reach the goal and by that time my arm was so sore from playing the entire game that I couldn't trust it enough to control a pass down field. There was only one hope to pull this one out without having to go into overtime. A field goal. But we were on the 35 yard line which made it a 40 to 45 yard field goal. Now, Tim was good. But he'd never been called on to make a kick like this. "Coach called Tim over and asked him if he thought he could do it. Tim said he'd been practicing and had made several 45 yard goals. But that was in practice. Not in a game situation. But Tim wanted to give it a try. I was all for it, and told Coach that I'd hold the ball for him. Tim smiled up at me when I said that. I didn't understand why, until later. "Well, not to drag this thing out, Tim made the winning goal. We won the regional championship and everything should have been great. And it would have been except we were 300 miles from home and we had to stay overnight. "We didn't have overnight stays after games normally. So when this came up, since we were friends, Coach had assigned Tim and I to share a room. After the win, we went out and celebrated. Some of us more than others. Some of the guys had gotten beer and booze and there were several parties going on back at the motel. I managed to get myself major blitzed and finally stumbled back to the room. "There had been a fuck up in the reservations and the room only had one queen sized bed in it. Looking back now, it was kind of prophetic! Anyway, I stripped like I was at home and climbed into bed naked. Tim was already in bed asleep, so I figured it didn't much matter. Besides, we'd seen each other naked enough times in the locker room and showers. He was wearing very tight white briefs which seemed to register on my brain as really sexy looking. At least the fabric stretched across his tight ass looked sexy because I started getting a major boner! "Now, that was a problem. I didn't exactly feel comfortable 'taking matters in hand' with somebody else in the bed. So I lay there and tried to go to sleep. And I probably could have, except that Tim started to get restless in his sleep and was moving around. He finally moved back so that his tight little butt was crushed right up against my hardon! I didn't know what to do, but I figured he was asleep so he wouldn't notice. "I couldn't have been more wrong. The next thing I know, Tim is wiggling that tight little bubble butt of his right up against my cock and my cock is dripping cock-snot all down his ass crack through his briefs. How I was going to explain that one, I didn't know. I just knew that I wanted him right then more than anything else I'd ever wanted in the world. I wanted to shove my cock up that ass and fuck him 'til I couldn't keep it up anymore. "Tim finally turned over. As I had suspected from his movements, he hadn't been asleep. He looks down at my dripping dork and then looks right at me and tells me 'You can fuck me if you want to. I'd love you to. I've always wanted you to.'" "I lost it then. I didn't care what happened. I was going to have him and have him NOW! I pulled him against me and the next thing I know I've got my mouth plastered against his and my tongue shoved half way down his throat. I licked his body all over. I sucked his cock and I even ate his hole - two things I'd never done in my life. I got so carried away, I ended up licking his face and inside his nose, just like I just did to you. You and Tim were the only ones I'd ever done that to in my whole life. That's what brought all this back." He seemed to slump against the doorway, like he'd finally relieved himself of an incredibly heavy burden. I waited for him to go on, but he seemed unable to continue. He just stood there staring out at the ocean. Finally, I figured he needed help getting the rest out. "So what happened between you and Tim?" I quietly asked him. His face grimaced and he seemed unable to speak for a few moments. Finally he began again. "I fucked him 'till I couldn't stand up! At least 5 times that night. And when that wasn't enough, I sucked his cock and finally let him fuck me. It was the most wonderful experience I'd ever had in my life up 'til then. I knew that this was what I wanted, had always wanted and would always want. I knew right there and then that there could never be anything more passionate, more intense, more right than making love to another guy. "That's something that I always loved about booze - its ability to bring out your emotions while your brain was dead! I didn't think, I didn't realize that there was a dawn coming where the light of day would remind me that guys aren't allowed to think, feel or act this way with other guys. I spent that whole night wrapped in the arms of another guy who loved me and finally knew who I was, what I was and what I really wanted out of life. Nothing more than what I found in that queen sized bed in a cheap motel that night. The beautiful feeling of making love to a male that I knew loved me. Too bad I just didn't die right there and then. I would have been totally fulfilled and happy." He stopped again. He hung his head and tears started to roll down his cheeks again. He swiped at them with the back of his hand and walked out onto the balcony and leaned on the balustrade. I moved with him, at first concerned that he might do something stupid like jump. After all, we were on the 24th floor. But when I walked up to him, he reached out and put his arm around me pulling me to him. He wrapped both his arm around my shoulders and leaned his head on me. "You've got to promise me something or I can't finish this. You've got to promise me that no matter what you hear, you won't hate me. Promise me you won't tell me to leave." he begged. "I won't hate you, no matter what you did. I don't ever want you to leave so there's no chance that I will tell you to. Besides, it obvious to me that no one could hate you as much as you hate yourself over this." I answered. He hugged me tighter and then let me go. He walked further down the balcony and sat down at a caf^Â table. I sat down next to him. "Please go on, Shawn. I know this is painful, but you've got to get past it - WE'VE got to get past it. We can't build a life with all this pain hidden away. It will destroy you. It will destroy us, or any possibility of there being an 'us'. Whatever it is, you've got to tell me. Please, Shawn. I won't hate you. I won't judge you. I love you." I pleaded with him. "Ok." he answered, but his voice was flat again, like he was just reporting the actions of someone else. "The next morning, I woke up and he was in my arms. I had a horrible hangover and my head was throbbing. I looked down and here I was naked in bed with another guy. A beautiful guy who I had made love with and had even let him make love to me. But I didn't know what to say to him now. I didn't know how to handle all this. I had tried so hard for so long to bury any of these feelings that I had successfully managed to completely divorce myself from them. Until that night. But I blamed the alcohol and I blamed Tim for seducing me! What a laugh!!! If he hadn't woken up and given me permission to fuck him, it would have been rape! I know that now, but that morning I wanted desperately to go back to never knowing how it felt, never knowing what it was like to have sex with another guy. "I think Tim realized some of what I was going through. He pulled back from me and let me have space. We got on the team bus and went home. That next week at school, I avoided Tim completely. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to think about him. But, of course, I could think about nothing else. I would dream about him at night. Dream of making love to him and wake up with a puddle of cum in my bed. "It was then I got the brilliant idea of making myself 'normal' again by getting involved with a girl. That's where Cheryl came in. She'd been after me for months. She wasn't the least bit subtle about it. She let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted to fuck my brains out. So I finally asked her out. We were supposed to go to a movie and, instead, ended up in the pool house behind her house fucking. She sucked my cock and I fucked her. It was the most dissatisfying sex I'd ever had. When she sucked me, I compared her to Tim and she wasn't 1/10th as good. When I fucked her, I remembered Tim's hot, tight butt and her pussy couldn't even compare. But she had one advantage. She made me look normal. "Of course, I wasn't normal. I was a fucking faggot and I knew it. And to make matters worse, I finally saw Tim. I'd gone to the locker room to clean out my locker. Suddenly Tim was there, also cleaning out his locker. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. Tim looked over at me and it was like this bolt of lightening went through me. All of a sudden, I wanted him so bad. I wanted to touch him, taste him, make love to him. But I knew that if I did that, it would start all over again. "So instead, I started verbally abusing him. Started calling him names like 'fag' and 'cocksucker' and told him that if he ever came near me I'd beat the shit out of him. He just stood there an took it. I saw tears in his eyes, but he never said a word. Instead, I felt like I was a piece of shit. I got so angry that I finally struck out. I hit him full in the face with my fist. He hadn't done or said a thing, but I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill my feelings for him inside myself, but I was willing to kill him instead. "I started beating him and it was only because Coach heard all the ruckus and came and pulled me off him that I didn't kill him. When Coach asked what had happened, I told Coach that Tim had tried to make a pass at me - had felt me up. It was a total lie, but who was Coach going to believe? Me, his Championship winning quarterback or Tim, who was small, slight and looked like he could be gay. "I don't have to tell you what happened. It got all over school and Tim's reputation was destroyed. He was verbally and physically abused. Finally, he left school and the state. I never saw him again. The rest you know. I ended up with Cheryl and was the loser all the way around. I joined the Corps to get away from everything and to allow me a chance to find out who I really was. I slept with a lot of guys. But life wasn't ever better because I couldn't admit who I really was - either to myself or anyone else. To me, I had lost all right to call myself a man." he hung his head. "Did you ever try to find Tim?" I quietly asked. "Yes, but no luck. I never heard where he moved. So I don't even know where to start." he confessed. "I need to ask you one thing. I know I don't have a right to pry like this, and if you don't want to answer that's all right..." I started. "Bullshit! There's nobody who has more right to ask questions than you! You're not 'prying'! I want you to know everything!" he insisted. "Ok. Then what I really want to know is how you feel about Tim?" I asked, with great trepidation. "I feel horribly sorry and very guilty. I feel like I owe him something for making his life miserable but I can't think of what I could possibly do to make it up to him." he said. "No," I pressed. "That's not what I mean." He looked at me questioningly for several moments and then like a light-bulb went off over his head, he got it. "Oh! I get it! Do I 'love' Tim?" he all but shouted. "No! I never loved Tim. I had the hots for him. I loved fucking him! But I didn't love him. There's only one man I've ever met in my life that I thought I could love. Love, to me, isn't something that happens in bed. It either happens before or after bed. Tim and I were friends. I was attracted to him physically. But there is a 'spark' that either happens or it doesn't between two people. It just didn't happen with Tim. It's only happened once so far. But, like I've always believed it would, I felt it instantly. The spark was there and I knew. This was somebody that I could really love and could spend my life with. I have to say, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world." he looked at me and there was a shy smile on his face. "And who was this that you had the spark with?" I asked, wondering what other revelations there were going to be from his past. "You mean you don't know?" he looked at me skeptically. "You really don't know?!" "If I knew, I wouldn't have to ask, would I!" my voice filled with exasperation. He looked at me and a grin broke out on his face. Then he started to laugh. "What the fuck is so funny?!" I said, feeling foolish and getting angry - a typical and lethal combination. He finally stopped laughing and just looked at me. Then he did something totally and completely unexpected. He got down on his knees next to my chair. He took my hand in his and, looking up into my eyes, he gently said, "You." End of Part IV If you liked the story and want it to continue, write me at rimpiglf@yahoo.com Don't bother writing because there was no sex in this part. Relationships aren't based on sex, but on people learning to trust and care about each other. And that's what I write about. If you just want to get off, there are plenty of other stories among the more than 35,000 on this site to do that. And if you want this site to continue as a free site, please consider making a contribution. Thanks! RimPig