Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 17:24:47 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 5

Disclaimer: This is a story. I didn't live it - even though I wished I
had. It is purely for enjoyment. It's another of my "Marine" stories. Some
guys wonder why I keep writing about Marines. Besides the fact that they
epitomize masculinity to me, beyond the fact that they are just about the
raunchiest guys I've ever known, there is another reason.

These brave warriors are often the first defense against any enemy of my
country and my way of life. Throughout the history of this country, the
Marine Corps has produced more, oftentimes unsung, heros than any other
fighting force. And I don't know about you, but contrary to Whitney
Houston's song, my need for a hero has always been fulfilled by The Few,
The Proud, The Marines. Semper Fi!

I wish to acknowledge two people who's assistance with this story was
invaluable. First of all, Kris, who is a great writer in her own right.

And

Second, but not least, a real Marine and a beautiful man - Rich, who will
always be Jeff to me.

MARINE HERO
by RimPig (c) 2004

Chapter Five - The Road To San Diego

When I awoke the next morning, I was at first somewhat disoriented. I could
feel warm, muscular arms around me and the arousing scent of 'Male'
surrounding me. I could feel a hard, muscular body pressed up against mine
behind me and what was obviously a large, very stiff cock poking into my
butt cheek. Then I remembered - it was Jeff, the Marine 'God' who had told
me that he loved me and wanted to spend his life with me. That was almost
enough to bring me to tears, I was so happy! But, instead, I noted that I
had a very stiff cock, too, and figured that we should put them to good
use!

Since my butt was still somewhat lubed from Jeff fucking me, I wondered if
I could still take him back up inside me right as we lay there. I reached
back and gently repositioned his cock so that it was nosing into my
butt-crack and then pulled open the cheek of my ass and let it slide in to
where it was pressing right up against my hole. I slowly pushed back with
my ass while, at the same time, pushing down with the muscles inside,
allowing my hole to relax. At first it didn't seem to want to go inside me,
but I pushed back harder. There was a little bit of pain, and then the head
of his cock, breached my hole.

I stopped pushing with the head just inside my sphincter, allowing myself
to relax and get used to it being there. I felt myself beginning to relax
and was just about to push back, when I suddenly felt Jeff push his cock
deeper into my butt, groaning as he did so. I thought he must have awakened
but when I looked back over my shoulder, it was obvious that he was still
asleep. Even in his sleep, he knew what to do, however. He slowly began
sliding his cock deeper and deeper inside me until there was no more of his
cock to enter me. Then he stopped and I could feel his arms tighten around
me but he made no further movements with his hips. He seemed, in sleep, to
be perfectly happy to let his cock rest inside my warm, wet chute.

I didn't exactly know what to do at that point! Should I push back, perhaps
getting his hips to begin fucking me? Should I wake him up? Should I just
go back to sleep with his cock buried inside of me? I wasn't exactly sure
that I could do that last one, however, his cock was feeling really
comfortable in my butt so I just settled down to see what would happen.

I must have fallen back to sleep after all because the next thing I knew,
Jeff was licking and sucking at the back of my neck and shoulders, a very
nice way to wake up! I highly recommend it! I could also feel his cock
still buried in my hole but making small, slow jabbing motions.

"Mmm!" I said, reacting to all the scents and the feelings that Jeff was
causing.

"How did my cock get up your butt?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.

"It woke me up, poking me in the butt. It said it was cold and wanted
someplace warm so, I let it slide back up inside me!" I said, giggling,
remembering when Jeff had told me about his cock 'talking' to him.

"Hmm! Well, you gotta be careful of him. He can be quite a liar sometimes!"
Jeff chuckled.  "Especially if there's a hot mouth or ass he wants in!"

"Oh, I don't mind. He wasn't any trouble! He just snuggled up inside me and
didn't move." I said.

"Well, he wants to move now! He wants to move very badly!" Jeff groaned.

"Oh, that's fine! Believe me! I want him to!" I groaned back.

Jeff began slowly fucking me, still laying on our sides. It felt so good! I
don't know how I had lived for 18 years without the feeling of a man's cock
deep inside me! I loved this! Of course, after last night, I loved the
feeling of my cock inside of him as well but, if I had to make a choice, I
think it would be to have Jeff's cock buried deep inside, fucking my brains
out!

Gradually Jeff pushed me over onto my stomach. His arms went around my
chest and he held me tightly to him as he continued to hunch my ass like a
man possessed. My own hard, dripping cock was rubbing against the stained
bedsheet and sending shivers of intense feelings through my body just as
his cock was sending them through my guts. We were both far too horny,
despite all the sex we'd had the day before, to last long. Soon, I could
hear the groans and whimpers that I was beginning to learn that Jeff made
as he got close to cumming. I, myself, felt that undeniable tingle in my
balls that presaged my own climax.

"AHH! FUCK!!!" Jeff grunted loudly in my ear as I felt his cock slam into
my hole and begin to tremor, pumping his thick Marine cum deep in my
bowels.

"OH, YEAH! FUCK ME! CUM IN ME!!!" I cried out as my cum began to spurt from
my cock onto the already stained sheets below me.

We lay there, panting and sweating, Jeff licking and nibbling at the back
of my shoulders as we both sought to regain our normal heartbeat and
breathing. I loved the feeling of his body on top of mine. The feelings of
protection, of love, of yielding myself to him were all but
overwhelming. And to know that this was going to be mine for the rest of my
life! It was almost too much for me to handle, especially first thing in
the morning!

Finally Jeff pulled his arms from under me and rolled over on his back. I
moved over so that I was laying in the crook of his shoulder, his arm
thrown carelessly over my mine. I looked into his beautiful face, his eyes
gently closed, his mouth slightly open, almost asleep, he was so relaxed
from our morning love-making. He must have felt me looking at him, because
he slowly opened his eyes and smiled gently at me.

"When do we have to get ready to leave?" I asked.

Not that I wanted this time together to end, but I was anxious to get to
San Diego and to meet my Dad. Also, since I was supposed to be living with
Jeff now, we would have plenty morning to wake in each other's arms and
make love - I hoped!

"Not for a couple of hours yet. You hungry?" he asked.

At that moment, my stomach growled loudly, answering the question for me.

"Well! I guess that answers that!" He laughed.

Then his stomach growled in answer.

"Yeah! I can see we're both running on empty!" I laughed.

"Let's take a shower, pack up and get out of here. I saw a diner on the way
to the bus station where we can get some breakfast before the bus leaves."
he said.

"A regular shower?"I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah. A regular shower." he said, looking seriously at me.

My heart fell. I was hoping that maybe he had to piss.

"At least," he grinned at me and winked. "One of 'our' regular showers!"

He laughed and hopped out of bed heading for the bathroom and I hopped out
of bed and was right on his heels! Fuck, yeah! One of 'our' showers! That
could only mean one thing - Golden Shower! When we got to the bathroom Jeff
stepped into the tub and I figured he was going to lay down so that I could
piss on him. Instead, he held the shower curtain open for me. I stepped in,
looking at him questioningly.

"I'm going to show you another way to have fun." he grinned. "Actually,
this is how my brothers and me got into pissin' on each other to begin
with. We used to have what we called 'duels'.  Kind of like a piss
fight. We'd stand on opposite sides of the tub or, of we were outside, a
few feet from each other. Then we'd take our cocks in our hands and let fly
at each other. Now, the idea was to make your stream hit the other guy's
cock - especially right in the piss-hole and the stream of his piss, if you
could. 'Course, what really happened is we'd both end up getting drenched
in piss."

"Cool! So all we do is stand here and try to hit each other's cock?" I
asked.

"Well, it's not as easy as it sounds but, yeah! That's the idea." he
said. "The important thing is to start at the same time. Tell you
what. Pinch off the head of your cock with your fingers, then let your piss
go. Then I'll count to three and we'll both let go and start pissin' at the
same time."

I did as he said. It wasn't hard because I really needed to piss bad. I
pinched the head of my dick with my fingers and watched as he did the
same. My piss was already backed up in my urethra and starting to hurt.

"You ready?" he asked me.

"Fuck yeah!" I said.

"Okay. One! Two! And...Three!" he yelled and let go his stream of bright
yellow piss hitting me in the lower belly.

I let go of mine, hitting him in the balls. My aim was a little low so I
quickly adjusted. He was right! This wasn't as easy as it sounded! Soon we
were both covered in each other's piss. He'd hit the head of my cock a
couple of times and I think I hit his once. We were both giggling like
fools! Well, more like little boys! This was a whole different side to the
very gung-ho, Marine that I had fallen in love with! There was a 'little
boy' side to him still, just as there was to me. I don't think guys ever
really lose that. They just keep it hidden most of the time - especially
from anybody they're not extremely close to.

No matter how badly we had to piss, we soon ran out of 'ammunition' and
ended up in each other's arms, pressing our piss-drenched bodies to each
other and laughing our asses off! Then we took a long, leisurely shower,
tenderly touching all the areas of each other's bodies. I especially loved
it when Jeff washed my hair for me, his fingers massaging my scalp and
running through my hair. It was incredibly sensuous! I wanted to do it to
him, so he had to bend over so that I could really reach the top of his
head. I could massage his scalp but that's about all there was - scalp!
With the Marine "high and tight" he wore, there was almost no hair! Only a
strip about two inches wide down the middle of his head and even then the
hair was barely half an inch long! But Jeff said he truly enjoyed it
anyway. I wondered for just a moment what he would look like with longer
hair but my mind couldn't picture it.

We packed up what little we'd taken out of our bags and got dressed. We
turned in the key to the room and then headed off to the bus station. We
found the diner that Jeff had seen a couple of blocks from the bus
station. As I watched the waitress bringing our order - it suddenly hit me
how much the two of us could eat! We both had cheese omelets, toast,
hash-browns, as well as an order each other pancakes and a rasher of bacon,
with coffee and orange juice! And I knew we'd both be starving by
lunch. There is an old saying that 'an army travels on it's stomach'.  That
must be because so often armies are made up of young males!

We boarded the bus, which wasn't very crowded, and found seats together
away from the other people, towards the back of the bus. That way, we could
talk without being overheard and, more importantly, we could touch each
other and hold hands without anyone noticing. Now that we had been so
intimate with each other and knew what we meant to each other, I found it
almost impossible to keep my hands off him - nor he, me!

The hours flew by, as I heard more stories about Jeff's brothers, their
cattle ranch in Nebraska, what it was like growing up there and even some
of the tales of the brother's sexual adventures. I asked Jeff how old he
was when he started having sex with his brothers.

"Well, let's see. My oldest brother was about 13 when they first let me
join them so I must have been about nine." he said.

"Nine?! Holy Shit!" I exclaimed.

"Well, they'd all been doing it with each other for a couple of years by
that point. First my oldest two brothers and then gradually the rest of
us." he said.

"So how did it start? What did they do with you?" I asked.

"Well, my next oldest brother, Tim, caught me jacking off one night in bed
so he knew I was already 'playin' with my pecker', as he put it. So, the
next night, I got taken by him to my older brother's room for what turned
out to be a 'circle jerk'. You know what that is?" he asked.

"No. Not really." I said.

"That's where you sit around in a circle and everybody jacks off watchin'
each other. Now a lot of times, it gets into jackin' each other off. That's
what we did that night. We all jacked each other off. It was the best thing
I'd ever experienced in my life up until that time! It was way better to
have somebody else jackin' on your pecker than doin' it yourself!" he
laughed.

"That's all you guys did? Jack each other off and piss on each other?" I
asked.

"Oh, fuck, no! That was just a start! Actually the pissin' came along
later. We gradually got into exploring each other's bodies until we were
suckin' on each other's cocks and eventually lickin' and fuckin' each
other's butts. Pissin' on each other was just something that happened on
day down at the swimming hole where we'd swim in summer. We swam naked
because the pond was on our property and nobody went there but us boys. We
used to have these 'contests' - like who could piss the furthest and who
could cum the furthest or the fastest. Stuff like that. Typical for
boys. One day, and I don't remember who started it, we started pissin' on
each other, just like I showed you this mornin' - havin' a 'piss fight'. At
first I guess we didn't really see anything 'sexual' in it. Or, at least,
didn't acknowledge anything. That came later."

"You know, I'm not being a prude or anything, but that's incest." I said.

"Yeah! I know!" he said disgustedly. "That's what people would call
it. But, fuck! It's not like anybody forced anybody to do anything! We were
five very horny young guys and we loved every minute of it! Fuck, wasn't
like any of us could get pregnant and have a 'monster' or anything!" he
said. "And it didn't seem to hurt none of us. I'm the only one that ended
up gay!  The rest of my brothers are married and have kids of their
own. Well...except for Tim. He's getting married in a few months."

"You really make me wish I'd had brothers!" I laughed. "So, now that
they're married, I guess that takes care of you guys having sex with each
other?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well. Your brothers are married and have kids? They don't still have sex
with each other, do they?" I asked.

"They still got peckers that get hard, don't they!" he laughed. "Fuck, yes!
They still get together.  Why, when I was home, I had sex with each one of
them individually and one night we all went up to my oldest brother's cabin
and had a good old fashioned orgy - lasted half the night! At one point, I
got fucked by all four of them in a row!"

"Holy Shit! What about their wives?!" I exclaimed, but what I was really
picturing was 4 more 'Jeff's' fucking him!

"What about 'em? As far as they know, my brothers are just huntin' or
fishin'! And besides suckin' each other's cocks and fuckin each other's
butts, they really do hunt and fish!" he grinned.

"Well, I'll be fucked!" I said in amazement.

"I'd love to, but I don't think we ought to on the bus!" he
laughed. "Actually, I wouldn't be a bit surprised that when I take you home
to meet them, my brothers don't all want to fuck you!"

Now there was a thought that brought my cock to full attention - making my
jeans VERY uncomfortable! I had to reach down and readjust myself and Jeff
started laughing.

"I see you like that idea!" he said.

"Well...I've never seen your brothers so I have this picture of four more
of you fucking me in a row! That would raise a hardon on anybody!" I said.

"Well, that's pretty much what it looks like!" he laughed. "There's no
doubt when you see us together that we all came from the same litter!"

"Do you think your brothers will like me?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

He leaned over and, putting his arm round me, pulled me to him and kissed
me gently on the forehead.

"Mike, they're gonna love you! Trust me!" he murmured.

This sent a shot of warmth through my heart that almost had me in
tears. Never having brothers, it was such a wonderful thought that Jeff's
would like me. But as quickly as that thought came, another 'not so nice'
one followed it.

"But what about your parents?" I asked.

"Well...I know my Dad will like you. My Mom, on the other hand, she might
be somewhat of a problem. I'm pretty sure that my Dad's gotten the message
that I don't much care for females.  When I had that fight with Mom over
her trying to fix me up while I was home, Dad made this real odd comment."
Jeff said.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Dad told her, same as I did, that she should look to my other brothers for
grandchildren. Then he said, 'I don't think there's a filly in this world
that could ever get Jeff to run in her paddock.' I figured right then and
there that Dad understood, though I don't know how he could. I mean I've
never said anything to him. Never talked about it." Jeff said.

"Well, supposedly Mothers are supposed to 'know' about sons. Who knows,
maybe some fathers do." I said.

We talked a lot about what was going to happen once we got to
California. Mike's apartment was in Oceanside, California, close to Camp
Pendelton. That's where we would be getting off the bus. Mike's apartment
was just a few blocks away. He had an old Toyota pick-up which he used to
get back and forth to the base to work but didn't want to drive it all the
way to Nebraska and back. That's why he'd taken the bus. I can't even begin
to explain how glad I was that he did! It was a small, one bedroom
apartment but, with just the two of us, it would be plenty of room!  After
all, we certainly didn't need more than one bedroom.

Jeff told me that we would go to 'our' apartment (a thrill when through me
when he said this!)  and I could unpack, then he would drive me out to the
base and we would try and find my Dad.  As he told me, Marines can be
deployed anywhere in the world on a moments notice, so there was no
guarantee that, even though he'd been there a few weeks ago, when the
letter was posted, that he'd still be there. My face fell at this and Jeff
hastened to add that chances were good, however, that he would be. He just
didn't want me to be too disappointed if he wasn't.

The trip from Las Vegas took a little over eight hours so we got into
Oceanside around 5 o'clock in the afternoon. We walked the few blocks to
Jeff's apartment. It was in an older section of town, in a small apartment
building that only had eight apartments. Jeff's was on the second floor but
did overlook the swimming pool. It was small, just a living room/dining
room combination, a kitchen that was big enough to eat in as Jeff had a
small drop-leaf table with four chairs and a bedroom and bath.

The whole place, unlike the typical apartment of a 21 year old, was
spotless. It was also mostly empty. Jeff only had an old couch and a coffee
table in the living room with a wall unit with a stereo system and TV in
it. There was also a small computer desk with a computer on one wall.  The
bedroom had a queen-sized bed with a small bedside table and a single chest
of drawers. The only decoration on the walls was in the living room - the
red and yellow Marine Corps flag was prominently displayed on the wall
behind the couch. The apartment was a Spartan as a barracks.  Even in the
closet in the bedroom, every uniform was hung neatly by usage - first, his
dress blues (which I was dying to see him in!), next his 'greens' and then
his camouflage fatigues. This was followed by the few 'civilian' clothes
that he had.

"It's not much. I didn't have a lot of money to furnish it." Jeff said,
apologetically.

"Jeff! It's wonderful! Really!" I said.

"Well, it's probably nothing like the mansion you lived in." he said,
rather nervously.

"No, Jeff, it isn't anything like the mansion I lived in." I said, and I
could see his face fall.  "There's somebody who loves me here. There never
was there. This place is far more beautiful than that mansion ever was or
could hope to be!"

At these words, his face broke out in a huge grin and he pulled me into his
strong, muscular arms, hugging me tightly to him.

"There will always be someone here who loves you! Don't ever forget that!"
he said, his voice husky with emotion.

"I won't. I promise!" I said.

"So, I guess you're pretty eager to get to the base and find your Dad,
huh?" he asked.

"Well...to be honest with you, now that I'm here, I'm a little
scared. After all, I don't know what to expect. We've never met. What if he
doesn't like me?" I asked.

"Then he's not worthy to be your father." Jeff said, decisively.

I smiled up at him.

"Thank you. Maybe there's a way that I could call him, first. Not just
spring myself on him." I said.

"Of course there is! The base locator! Why didn't I think of that!" Jeff
exclaimed.

He went to a wall phone in the kitchen and dialed a number. He spoke to
someone, asking them for a number to Master Sergeant Michael Harrison. He
grabbed a pen and a pad of paper from the kitchen table and wrote down
something, then hung up.

"Got it!" he said, handing me the piece of paper.

On it was a phone number. I looked up at Jeff.

"Go on. Give him a call." Jeff urged me.

Bucking up all my courage I reached for the phone and dialed the numbers. I
heard it ring several times, and then a gruff, definitely 'Marine' voice
came on the line.

"Harrison!" the voice almost shouted.

"Is this Master Sergeant Michael Harrison?" I asked, a quiver in my voice.

"Yeah! Who's this?!" he asked gruffly.

"Ahh...I think I may be...well...your son. I'm Michael Harrison, Jr." I
said, my voice hardly able to get out of my mouth.

There was dead silence on the phone. I thought for a moment we might have
been disconnected or he might have hung up, thinking this was a joke. Then
I heard him again. His voice quiet, deep and husky.

"Michael? Is that you son? Where the fuck are you boy?! You're fuckin'
Momma called me and told me you disappeared!" he said.

"I'm in Oceanside, Dad. I just arrived." I said, very close to tears.

"Where in Oceanside! I'll come get you!" Dad exclaimed.

"I'm staying with someone. A Marine. His name's Jeff." I said.

"A Marine?! Where the fuck did you meet him?" Dad growled, almost like a
protective male lion!

"On the bus here. We've been together for two days, Dad. Jeff is letting me
stay in his apartment." I said.

"Well, what's the address?" he asked.

I covered the receiver with my hand and told Jeff Dad wanted the
address. Jeff gave it to me and then I repeated it to Dad.

"It's on Mission Avenue between North Ditmar and North Nevada Streets,
apartment 204."

"I know where that is. I'll be there in twenty minutes! Don't you go
nowhere!" he ordered me.

"No, Dad. I promise. I'll be waiting for you." I said and then he hung up
the phone.

I did, too, turning to Jeff.

"He said he'll be here in 20 minutes." I said. "I'm scared."

Jeff walked over and took me into his warm, strong arms.

"I know, Mike. This isn't easy. A Dad you've never met before. But just
remember, no matter what happens, I love you and we have each other." Jeff
said.

I hugged him tight.

"That's what's going to get me through this." I murmured.

Jeff leaned down and gently kissed me. I kissed him back with deep passion
and we stood there for a while, just tasting each other until Jeff pulled
his mouth away from mine.

"Whoa! Slow down there, Cowpoke! We ain't got time to go gettin' anything
started!" he laughed.

"Well...just hold my place! We can start right there later." I grinned.

"What we can start is a pot of coffee. I gotta feeling we might be needin'
it." he said.

Jeff let go of me and started making coffee. I sat down at the little table
and watched his languid but precise, practiced movements. For all his
strength and muscular size, Jeff moved like a cat, his motions fluid and
almost sensual, no matter what he did. It wasn't the first time I'd thought
of him as a cat - a large cat! Like a mountain lion or a white tiger! A
beautiful but dangerous cat. I knew that he was a Marine and that meant he
was well trained in the ways of a warrior. He could kill many different
ways, including with his bare hands. But he was not a 'killer' or a
'fighter'.  He was obviously a lover. A man who reveled in the sensual
delights that he could find in his own and other men's bodies. Only if
placed in danger or if something (or someone) he loved was in peril would
the fierce, feral 'jungle cat' come out. And then may God have mercy on the
soul of whoever threatened what or who Jeff considered under his
protection!

It overwhelmed me that this protection had been so freely and easily
offered to me. I suppose it was natural for me to feel that, on one hand, I
didn't need it and on the other, I didn't deserve it. I was, after all a
male as well. I had strength. Not as prodigious as his, but I was still
young and fairly well built. I had my own desires to protect him - as
foolish as that sounded. I knew he had no need of physical protection from
me but there were other ways that he was vulnerable. He was, as with all
who are in love, emotionally vulnerable. I was determined that, no matter
what happened, I would never knowingly hurt him. Never knowingly use that
vulnerability against him in any way. This I vowed to myself and to any of
the Gods that would listen! I wanted to shout out 'This is the man I love!
This is the man that I have taken his heart within myself to protect and
cherish forever!'.

I shook my head at my own romantic foolishness. I guess I had read far too
many fantasy novels!  He suddenly looked over at me and saw me gazing at
him, probably with the eyes of a moon- truck calf!

"What are you doing?" he asked, smiling.

"Just watching you." I said. "I love to watch you move."

He shook his head.

"You're crazy. You know that, don't you?" he laughed.

I got up from the chair and walked the two step over to him. His arms came
around me as naturally as the rain, holding me gently, using so little of
the power of those arms.

"Yes, I'm crazy! Absolutely, insanely in love with you." I said, looking up
into his deep blue eyes.

He didn't say a word. He just leaned down and gently kiss me. Then his lips
moved against mine and I could feel his breath against them as he softly
murmured.

"And I am insanely in love with you."

I don't know where things would have led then, but it was in the next
moment that we heard a heavy knock at the door.

"I think that must be your Dad." he smiled.

"Yeah." I said, suddenly very afraid.

Jeff went to the door and opened it. There stood another Marine, almost as
tall as Jeff, in camouflage fatigues. I could see the black triple chevrons
with the triple rockers beneath denoting his rank as Master Sergeant. He
wore the same, severe 'high and tight' haircut as Jeff but what hair could
be seen was blond like my own. He was a muscular and well built as Jeff and
didn't look a day over 30 and yet I knew he had to be at least 35 or 36, as
I was 18. It was like looking at an older version of myself. Dad first
looked at Jeff questioningly but Jeff quickly informed him that he was not
the Sergeant's son.

"Lance Corporal Jeff Berringer, Sir!" Jeff said, extending his hand to
Dad. "I take it you must be Master Sergeant Harrison?"

I was standing behind and slightly to the left of Jeff as Dad shook his
hand, and spoke to Jeff, all the time looking at me.

"Yes, Corporal." Dad said and then stopped.

Jeff moved away, letting Dad and me face each other. It was amazing! It was
like looking into a mirror - but a mirror that ages you. I saw what I would
look like at Dad's age. There was absolutely no mistaking that we were
father and son. We just stood there staring at each other for a long
moment. Then I heard a sound come out of my Dad's mouth, somewhere between
a croak and a sob.

"Mike?" he managed to get out.

I, on the other hand, could barely get out, "Dad?"

Then somehow his arms were around me and my face was in his uniform shirt,
pressed against his muscular chest, crying my eyes out and clinging to his
muscular form. His arms were wrapped around me so tight I could barely
breathe but I didn't even notice. His face was pressed against my head,
buried in my hair and I could feel sobs wracking his body as well. I doubt
if any of the Marine's who he trained or who served under him would believe
the site of him then! We stayed like that the longest time, not saying a
word. Just holding onto each other like we were on the deck of ship caught
in a maelstrom.

Finally Dad pulled back from me, his large, strong hands gripping my
shoulders and looking at me. Searching my face and body. Recognizing
himself in me. My hands gripped his arms, feeling the incredibly hard,
thick musculature of them. My Dad was a HUNK! And obviously a man to be
reckoned with!

"I can't believe it's you! I can't believe you're finally here! I wrote so
many letters..." he said.

"I know!" I interrupted him. " I have them all with me! I only found them
three days ago!  Grandfather had hid them. I never got to see them!"

"That fucking son-of-a-bitch!" Dad fumed. "What a fucking nasty old bastard
he is!"

"No shit! I only wished I'd punched him out when I left, like Jeff said he
would have!" I told Dad.

"No, probably better you didn't son. With these arms, you might have killed
the asshole!" He laughed. "Who's Jeff?"

"Dad, you just met him." I said.

"Oh, the Corporal. Yeah, come to think of it, he did say his name was
Jeff. I guess I was preoccupied." he grinned sheepishly.

"That's okay. I'm sure he'd understand. He's very understanding." I said
and hoped my true feelings for Jeff weren't showing through - at least, not
yet.

"Where'd the fuck did you meet him?" Dad asked.

"On the bus coming here. He got on in Omaha. His family owns a cattle ranch
in Nebraska. We rode the rest of the way here together. We stopped for a
day in Las Vegas." I said and then stopped.

Now was NOT the time to discuss Las Vegas!

"Well, I'm going to have to thank the Corporal for taking good care of you!
And you told me he's given you a place to stay here?" Dad said.

"Yes. He has." I said.

"That's great. Well, it will take a little while but I can arrange family
quarters on base for us so you won't have to impose on the Corporal." Dad
said.

"Uhh...no, Dad. It's not like that. I want to stay with Jeff." I said
quietly.

I had not expected this to come up so soon! Fuck!

"You want to stay with him?" Dad asked, and I could hear hurt and confusion
in his voice.

"Dad, let's go in the living room and talk, okay?" I asked.

"Sure, son. Whatever you want." Dad said.

We sat down on the couch, which was the only place in the room to sit
except the chair for the computer desk. I looked at my Dad and was
overwhelmed by fear. But I remember what Jeff had told me - Courage is not
the absence of fear, but knowing what had to be done and doing it anyway.

"Dad, listen to me. All my life, I wanted you. I wanted to know you. I
wanted to be your son the way a son is supposed to be. I thought that you
had abandoned me. Had just left and couldn't care less that you had a
son. Then I found the letters and I knew I had to find you. But, Dad, there
was a part of me - a big part that didn't want to ever see you, didn't want
to find you. A part of me that I didn't want you to ever know anything
about because I figured it would make you hate me." I said.

"But don't you see, son! I could never hate you!" Dad insisted,
interrupting.

"I know you think that, Dad, but there are things you don't know about
me. And I don't much think you're going to like them when you find out." I
said.

"Like what? Are you a dope addict? Do you rape girls, children, what?!" Dad
asked, frustration showing in his voice and on his face.

"No. I'm none of those things. What I am, Dad, is gay." I said quietly.

Dad just looked at me. He didn't say a word for the longest time. I figured
that was it! I had been right. He couldn't handle it and this was the last
I was ever going to see of him.

"And that's why you want to live with the Corporal." Dad finally said
quietly.

"Yes, Dad. Jeff and I love each other very much. We want to try and build a
life together." I said, determined not to flinch or show cowardice.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Dad said softly. "You gotta know that this isn't
gonna be easy for him?  You know how the Corps feels about guys who are
open about being gay, right?"

"They don't much care for them." I said.

"That's putting it fucking mildly, son! They fuckin' throw them out if they
can find enough evidence on them!" Dad said.

"Oh..." I said.

"But as long as a man's discreet and doesn't give them anything to hang him
with, then he can make it. I ought to know!" Dad said, grinning at me.

As the import of Dad's words hit me, my mouth fell open and unintelligible
sounds started coming out! What the fuck did he just say?!

"Yeah, son. You didn't fall far from the tree. I've always preferred
guys. Well...I always preferred sex. When I was young, didn't matter what
hole it was as long as it was wet and warm and would let me shove my cock
in it. I'll be the first one to admit that your grandfather did me a great
favor by not letting me be stupid enough to marry your mother! I didn't
love her - and she damned sure didn't love me! I doubt that she's capable
of loving anybody other than herself!"  Dad said.

"You've got that right, Dad. And she hasn't changed!" I said.

"I didn't think so. When she called here a couple of days ago, after you
ran off, all she was concerned about was what people would think - of her!
She didn't say one damned word about being worried about you!" he said.

"But I was willing to marry her and spend most of my life putting up with
her and your grandfather for one reason - you! I wanted you! I wanted a
son! But they ended up taking you away from me." Dad said.

I reached out and put my arms around his neck.

"No they didn't! I never believed that you'd run away. I knew you loved
me. I wondered why you never came back. I used to dream of you sneaking
into my room at night and kidnaping me - taking me away with you!" I said.

His arms went around me and I could smell his strong masculine scent. That
caused a stirring in my groin that I couldn't understand! This was my
father, for God's sake! How could I have the hots for him?! Well...he was
an extremely attractive man and a Marine - it was almost like, how could I
'not' have the hots for him! But I definitely didn't want him to know that!

"You don't know how many times I thought about doing just that! But I knew
they'd find us and then I'd go to prison and you'd be right back where you
started. I only hoped and prayed that one day, one of my letters would get
through to you and you'd come and find me. And now you have." he said,
squeezing me tight to him and making my hardon even harder!

"God! Daddy! I love you so much!" I said, not even realizing that I'd
called him by such a childish name.

"Thank you, son. God! I sure do love you very much!" he said and then
loosened his hold on me and looked me in the face. "Now I guess we'd better
go and let me really meet this Marine you've gone and fallen in love with."

He smiled at me and I grinned. I couldn't believe it! Everything was going
to work out after all!

The End of Chapter Five of MARINE HERO

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