Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 15:52:52 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MARINE HERO 7 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 7 - Alone with Dad Early the next morning, I awoke alone. I could hear movement in the kitchen, so I knew that Jeff had not left for the base yet. I was just thinking about getting out of bed and joining him when he came back into the bedroom, still gloriously naked and carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. I sat up and took the one he handed me. "Good morning." he said, leaning over and kissing me gently. "Good morning!" I said, smiling up at him. "I was lonely, waking up alone." "Well, you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you up." he smiled as he got back into bed on his side. "What time is it?" I asked. "About five o'clock. I don't have to be to the base until seven. I always wake up before the alarm clock. Comes from getting up early every morning on the ranch." he said. "Will I get to see the ranch?" I asked. "Yeah. Probably sometime in the spring. Maybe we'll go spend Easter with my folks, how would that be?" he asked. "Fine with me. I want to meet your brothers!" I grinned slyly. "Oh, shit! I better warn them to save up their strength for that!" he laughed. I just grinned and sipped my coffee. "So, have you decided what you're going to do today?" he asked. "No. Not yet." I said. "By the way, I have something to ask you...can you cook?" he asked. "Yeah, I can. Really well, too! I learned from the cooks that worked for my grandfather. I was safer in the kitchen because neither my grandfather or mother ever went in there. And since I was around all the time, the cooks put me to work. I think they felt sorry for me. Everyone could see how I was treated. Eventually, I learned how to prepare full meals. We never told my grandfather or mother that oftentimes, dinner was cooked by me - not the people they hired!" I said. "Well, that's good because I can cook a few things but mostly I'd just buy frozen or pre-made stuff. I was too busy working on the ranch to have time to learn about cookin'." Jeff said. "I'll leave you some cash and you can check out the kitchen and then go to the store and get whatever you think we'll need." "Good! Then I can cook dinner and have it ready for you when you get home - just like a real wife!" I grinned. "Hey! I didn't mean it that way!" he argued. "Silly! I didn't either! I'm glad to do it - makes me feel useful around here." I said. He put his coffee mug down on the bedside table and turned to me. "Oh, you're very 'useful' around here!" he said, sliding his hand under the covers and down my naked thigh. "Mmm!" I moaned and set my mug on the table beside me before things went any further. After I had, Jeff pulled me close and began licking my neck and ear closest to him as his hands began to roam all over my body. "You've got the softest fuckin' skin, you know that?" he murmured in my ear. "All I know about my skin is how much I love you touching it!" I said. "I want you really bad!" he groaned, as his hand went between my legs and under my balls, feeling for my hole. I didn't say a word, just rolled over onto my stomach, spreading my legs and thrusting my butt up to give him full access. He threw the covers off me, baring my full body to his sight. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he said as he moved down the bed, getting between my spread legs. I felt his hands pull open my butt-cheeks and then his tongue laving up and down my butt-crack until it centered on my hole. He began to lick my hole and push his tongue into it. I pushed down on the muscles, relaxing my hole and letting his tongue dig deeper inside me! "Fuck! Yeah! Lick my hole! Eat my hole! Get me ready!" I groaned as his tongue began to set my ass on fire with desire to be plundered by his hard, thick manhood! He continued to eat my butt for a few more minutes and then rose up and reached into a drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. I could feel the cold wetness of it as he began applying it to my opening, slowly working his fingers inside me, opening me up for the fucking that was about to happen. When he'd sufficiently spread open my hole, I could hear him slicking up his cock. "Get up on all fours." he said, and I complied. He then reached beneath me and anointed my raging cock with lube as well. Then he began pressing his cock slowly into me while he reached under me and grasped my hardon. As his cock slid deep inside me, he was slowly manipulating my cock, keeping it hard while he bottomed out in my ass-chute. When I was fully relaxed inside, he began to slowly fuck me, matching the rhythm of his cock-strokes in my ass with his hand strokes on my cock! I was in heaven! "Ahh, fuck yeah! Fuck me! Jack me off!" I moaned at the duel sensation of his cock in my ass and his hand on my cock that was rocking my world! Jeff fucked me slowly at first, but soon was slamming his cock faster and faster, in and out of my butt, while his hand-strokes on my cock kept up with the speed of his fucking. In almost no time at all, I reached the point of no return, my cock shooting load after load of my hot spunk onto the sheets below me. Evidently, the clenching of my ass-chute was enough to trip Jeff's trigger as well because I felt him slamming into me and crying out. "FUCK! YEAH! FUCKIN' YOUR BUTT! CUMMIN' IN YOUR ASS!!!" he screamed out as his cock proceeded to deposit blast after blast of hot USMC spoonge in my guts. He collapsed on my back as he came down from his orgasm and I lowered us slowly to the bed. He brought his hand up from under me and began to lick my cum from it and then held me tight while he licked and sucked at my shoulders and neck. I could still feel his cock hard as a rock and throbbing in my ass. "I'd love to give you a piss enema right now, but I don't wanna mess up the bed too bad." he murmured in my ear. "I've gotta piss, too, so let's go in the shower and take care of both our problems." I answered. "Good, idea!" he said. "But there's something I want to do first." I didn't ask what. I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. He slowly pulled his bloated cock from my ass and knelt between my spread legs. I got back up to my knees and his mouth locked to my open, ravaged hole and began to suck his load from deep inside me. His tongue felt so good soothing the tender tissues of my asslips as he feltched me. I hadn't known what the word meant or even what the act was, but now it had become of my favorites - one of my MANY favorites! He got done eating my hard-fucked ass and slapped my ass cheek. "Come on, grunt! I gotta piss bad!" he barked as he, grinning, he headed to the bathroom. 'Grunt?! What the fuck is a grunt?' I thought to myself as I scrambled off the bed and followed him. He got into the shower and waited while I climbed in then pulled me into his arms, trapping our cocks between us. He kissed me gently and then whispered, "Just let go." and then his mouth came down on mine hard. I opened to him as his tongue pressed inside my mouth. I sucked on it as my hands came up and caressed his head, keeping his mouth tight against my own. I suddenly felt the hot wetness of his piss against the skin of my lower abdomen and crotch. Understanding what he meant now, I, too, let go with my piss all over him. We stood there, kissing and pissing on each other. It certainly was the most romantic piss I'd ever taken in my entire life! This was followed by a very romantic shower as we gently washed each other, caressing each other's body and kissing each other's mouths and bodies often. Then we dried each other off and Jeff went and got dressed, pulling his fatigues out of the closet. I sat on the bed watching as he pulled on his black combat boots, blousing his fatigue pants inside of them. In almost no time at all, before me stood a United State Marine! Fuck! He could be a recruiting poster for the Corps! My heart was going a million miles an hour just looking at him standing there! I never realized how much of a 'thing' I had for uniforms until that morning. Of course, until that morning, I'd never been in the same room with a uniformed Marine! "My fucking God! You are fucking breathtaking!" I said, breathlessly. The awe I felt for him I'm sure was mirrored on my face because he looked at me and blushed. "I'm just one of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children." he said quietly. "You're a fucking Marine God!" I enthused. "No, I'm not. I ain't no god. I ain't some kind of hero or nothin'." he said bashfully. I got up off the bed and walked over to him. I slipped my arms around his waist and looked up into his deep blue eyes. "You're a hero all right! You're my Marine Hero! You're the best man I've ever known in my life." I said. "And you've got a fucking silver tongue!" he said, and leaned down and kissed me, swatting my naked ass with his hand at the same time. "Oww! That' stung!" I laughed. "I gotta get goin' or I'll be late." he said grabbing his 'cover' - as I learned later, the Marine term for 'hat'. "What about breakfast?" I asked him. "I'll have that in the mess hall." he said, slipping his arm around me and pulling me to him. He kissed me one more time and then he was out the door of the bedroom and moving down the hall. I heard the front door close and stood there feeling so good, I hugged myself like I could hold the good feelings inside forever! Then I headed for the kitchen and got myself another mug of coffee and sat down the table and started to think about what I was going to do that day. I noticed that there were five $20 bills lying on the table - $100! Jeff had left it for me to shop with. They were lying under a key ring with four keys on it. The key ring had a disc with the Marine Corps emblem (the globe and anchor). One was evidently a vehicle key which, no doubt went to the truck that Jeff told me he had. The two others went to the door locks on the front door of the apartment. But there was a fourth key, much smaller than the others which I couldn't figure out. I later learned it went to the apartment's mailbox downstairs. Well...that took care of part of the day. There was only one problem - I didn't have the faintest idea where a fucking supermarket was! I guessed I'd wander around until I found one. That was until I heard the phone ring. I got up to answer it and it was Dad! "Good mornin', son!" he said. "Good mornin', Dad!" I grinned into the phone. "How are you this mornin - as if I can't hear it in your voice!" he laughed. "I'm wonderful, Dad! Jeff just left for the base." I said. "Hmm. He's runnin' a little late. Now, I wonder why that is?" he laughed. "Enough, Dad! You know damned well why! If we could keep our hands off each other, he wouldn't be running late. But then, it wouldn't be near as much fun!" I laughed. "Well, enjoy it, boy! You've got yourself a good man there." Dad said. "I know it, Dad. I surely do know it. So, did you just call to say 'hello'?" I asked. "No, I called because I'm through training today around noon. I thought you'd like to have lunch with me?" Dad said. "I can't think of a thing that I would rather do than have lunch with my Dad!" I said. "Then I'll pick you up around 12:30 - how's that?" he asked. "I'll be ready! Trust me, I know how Marines are about punctuality!" I laughed. "Then I'll see ya, boy!" Dad said. "Yeah, Dad. See ya then." I answered and we both hung up. Well, that took care of that! Maybe Dad could even help me find a grocery store and shop. But what was I going to do until then? It was only about seven o'clock in the morning and Dad wasn't due to show up for another more than five hours! I decided that maybe I should go walk around the neighborhood and get to know it. I went back to the bedroom and got dressed and headed out. I locked up the apartment and went downstairs. When I got down there, I saw an elderly woman coming up the stairs with one of those wire, two-wheeled carts which people pull behind them, filled with groceries. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hello!" she said. "Hi!" I answered. "Just move in? I don't remember seeing you around before." she said, not suspiciously, just curiously. "Yes, I did. I live on the second floor - 204." I said. "Oh, where that nice Marine corporal lived! Oh, dear! He was such a sweet boy. I'm sorry he's gone!" she said, truly seeming to be upset at the thought of Jeff leaving. "Oh, he's not gone!" I said. "I'm living with him." "Oh! Oh, that's wonderful! I didn't think that he'd leave without just saying good-bye! He's is truly such a nice boy. So, you're his room-mate now!" she said. "Yes. I am." figuring that's all she needed to know. "Good! He always seemed so lonely. I'm glad he's found someone to be company for him." she smiled. "I'm Mrs. Gilbert." "I'm Mike...Mike Harrison." I said. "Well, nice to meet you, Mike!" she grinned. "Maybe you and Jeff can come down and join me for tea sometime this week." "I'm sure we'd love to, Mrs. Gilbert." I smiled. "Could I ask you something?" "Of course, dear. What would you like to know?" she smiled. "Well, I noticed you have groceries. I'm new here and I don't know where the grocery store is. Jeff wanted me to go shopping but didn't think to tell me." I said. "Oh, that's easy. You just go out of the apartment, turn right, go down three blocks and there it is! You can't miss it!" she said. "Thanks! Are they open now?" I asked. "Oh, they're open 24 hours a day, dear!" she said. "Great! I'm having lunch with my Dad, who's a Marine as well. I can get the shopping done before he gets here." I said. "I'd better head out. Thank you so much." "You're welcome, dear. Say hello to Jeff for me. Tell him about having tea this week!" she said. "I certainly will!" I said, heading out and walking down the street as she'd directed me. She was absolutely right. Three blocks down, I found the grocery store. I went shopping, remembering I didn't have a cart like hers so I only got the things that we would need for a few days. I decided to get something for Dad and me for lunch so that we wouldn't have to go out. I wanted to spend time alone with him. There were so many things I wanted to talk to him about and didn't want to have to do that in a restaurant. An hour or so later, I carried two large bags back to the apartment and quickly put the groceries away. I'd gotten some eggs and bacon so that I could have breakfast. The Marine Corps may supply mess privileges to Dad and Jeff, but they didn't to me and I was starving by this point! I fixed eggs, bacon and toast and a fresh pot of coffee. By the time I finished and washed the dishes it was ten o'clock. Still too early to start lunch but not too early to start dinner. I decided I was going to fix a good, hearty beef stew for Jeff as our first meal with me cooking. It was something substantial, good-tasting and not overly expensive. It was also something we could easily get more than one meal out of. I began cutting up the stew meat and browning it in a skillet and then cutting up the carrots, celery, onions and potatoes I would put in it. Once that was finished, I put it all in a big pot that I found under the kitchen counter and added water and spices. Setting the stove on one of the lowest settings, I would let the stew simmer and cook all day. That was the secret of good stew - cooking a long time over low heat brought out all the flavors of the meat and vegetables and tenderized the tough stew-meat. When I finished getting the stew on the stove, I had plenty of time to start lunch. I figured I'd do cheese burgers and soup. I cut up celery and onions and put them in a pot to boil for about half an hour while I peeled more potatoes, cut them into medium sized pieces and boiled them until they were done but still solid. I emptied the pot of the vegetables and then poured water and milk into the pot, added salt and pepper and bought it to a boil. I mashed half the potatoes and put them, the whole potato pieces and the other vegetables in the pot and set it all to cook on low, stirring them occasionally. This was my cream of potato soup. If I'd added two cans of clams with their broth, it would be New England Clam Chowder. About the time the soup had well simmered and I had the burgers ready to go into a skillet, I heard a knock on the door. I went and answered it, letting Dad in. We stood there hugging for a few moments and I found myself having the problem of keeping my cock under control again standing there in his warm, strong arms with his scent surrounding me. "So you ready to go?" Dad asked. "Well...would you mind if we didn't go out to lunch. I've fixed lunch for us." I said. "Fuck, no! I'd much rather have lunch here!" he grinned. "I didn't know you could cook!" "You sound like Jeff!" I laughed. "To tell the truth, Dad, there's a lot about me you don't know." "Yeah, I know, son." he said, apologetically. "But that ain't my fault. God knows, I tried to find out about you." I realized that what I had said had been unknowingly very cruel. I put my arms around him, kissing him. "I know that, Dad! I read all your letters. It's why I'm here now. I want to get to know the one man who loved me the longest in my life!" I said. He looked at me and I could see such love in his eyes that it almost brought tears to mine! I also saw something else but, for the moment, I was trying to ignore that - both in him and in myself. I led him into the kitchen and sat him down at the table. "Wow! Something smells really good!" he said. "Well, there's a couple of 'somethings' you're smelling. I've got beef stew on for dinner tonight and cream of potato soup for us for lunch along with cheeseburgers. How does that sound?" I asked. "That sounds great, son!" Dad grinned. "Well, lemme get you a beer." I said. "That sounds good!" Dad replied. I got Dad a beer from the refrigerator and then put the skillet on the stove and started the cheeseburgers. I felt Dad's eyes on me watching me work. "Now don't tell me your Mama taught you how to cook?!" Dad said. "Mom?! Mom doesn't even know where the fuckin' kitchen is in the house!" I laughed and he did, too. "I guess she hasn't changed much over the years?" he asked. "Not one damned bit! Still the 'socialite'! Every fuckin' charity in the county but not one fuckin' minute for me." I said. "I learned to cook from the cooks that Grandfather hired over the years. I used to hang out in the kitchen all the time because I knew that was one place that Mom and Grandfather wouldn't come." I said. "Son, I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am." Dad said. "Hey!" I said, turning to look at him. "I don't blame you one bit for what happened! What choice did you have? You got railroaded out of the county and it's not like you didn't want me. The hate the fact that now I realize that the only realize that old son-of-a-bitch wouldn't let Mom give custody of me to you had nothing to do with wanting me - it was all about hurting you! I'll never forgive the bastard for that!" "Never's a long time, son." Dad said. "I don't care! There's nothing he could ever do or say that would ever make me forgive him." I said with finality. "So what are you gonna do now?" Dad asked. "Well...Jeff and I were talking about that last night. I just don't know right now. Things have changed so quickly! I mean, I never expected to find Jeff and end up being with him. I figured that I need to get a job, however, to make some money." I said. "What about school? What about college or learning a trade?" Dad asked. "I just don't know. I mean, I'd like to go to college, but it costs a lot of money." I said. "What about going to like the local Community College?" Dad asked. "Well, unless I lived here for a year, I'd have to pay out of state fees." I said. "That may be true but you forget, you're technically a military dependent, so those rules don't apply to you." Dad said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "How am I a military dependent? I'm 18, remember? Besides, you've never been my custodial parent." "Don't matter. I've still been paying child support for you all these years and your medical coverage has always been through CHAMPUS - that's for military dependents. Plus, under the rules, if you're in school, I can continue to cover you until you graduate from college." Dad said. "Wait a minute! You mean Mom's been getting support money from you all these years?!" I asked. "Fuck, yeah! Every month it comes straight outa my pay before I even see it. And she's gotten medical cards for you as well." Dad said. "That lying fucking bitch!" I shouted. "She told me that you never contributed one cent to my care - that if it hadn't been for her fucking 'Daddy', we'd both be on the street!" "I can show you my pay-stubs." Dad said quietly. "You don't need to! You haven't lied to me! She does it all the time! Fucking bitch!" I growled. "So, look, Mike..."Dad said calmly. "You want to go to college, I'll make sure you get there. Okay?" "Dad, you don't have to do that." I said. "I want to son! Please, I ain't never been able to be a real Dad to you before this - I know it's a little late, but I really want to do this for you." he said. I looked into his eyes and I could see how much this really meant to him. I walked over, bent down and put my arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Dad, you weren't there when I was growing up, but you're here now and that's what counts! Just accepting me as I am and my love for Jeff is more than I have any right to ask of you - and now, this?! Daddy, now I've got two men in my life I don't deserve." I said and I started crying. Dad stood up, holding me in his arms, gently stroking my head. I clung to him as he held me tightly to him. Before I knew what was happening, I suddenly realized that my cock was hard and pressing against him. More importantly, I could feel something hard pressing back and knew that we were both standing there in each other arms with hardons! I didn't know what to do and wanted to pull away, but Dad held tight to me, just continuing to gently stroke my head. He went to kiss my cheek, but I turned my head so that his lips and mine came together. The kiss started out sweet and gentle but quickly became harder and then turned passionate! Our mouths opened to each other almost at the same time and suddenly I was sucking on Dad's tongue and tasting him. The taste of beer and Marine. I was groaning and clinging to him. I wanted him! I wanted him bad! And I knew he wanted me! Finally Dad broke the kiss and pushed me away, turning his back to me, walked away. "I'm sorry, Mike! I don't know what came over me! Can you ever forgive me?!" he said, not looking at me. I walked over and slipped my arms around his waist, putting my face against his back. "Forgive you?! For what?! For something I wanted?!" I asked. He pulled my hands apart and walked out of my arms. "Mike, I'm your Dad! I'm not supposed to have those kind of feelings for you." he said quietly, and I could hear the anguish he was going through in his voice. "And I'm your son. But I have those feelings for you! After all, you may be my Dad, but we didn't even meet until yesterday!" I said. "That's all well and good - but you have a good man who's in love with you! What about Jeff? Have you forgotten about him?" Dad asked turning to look at me. "Of course I haven't!" I said, somewhat angry at the accusation. "For your information, Jeff and I discussed this last night!" "Last night?!" he exclaimed. "You knew this was goin' to happen?!" "Yes. Well...not exactly when but, yeah. I knew that you wanted me. I could see it your eyes. Didn't you see it in mine?" I asked. He didn't say anything for a moment and then I saw his shoulders drop, as if in resignation. "Yeah. I did. I just didn't think you knew it." he said quietly. "So what did you and Jeff talk about. How sick I am for wantin' my own son?" "NO! Not in the least! Jeff and I promised that we would always love each other but, as he pointed out to me, we're guys. Guys are horndogs! We can have sex without falling in love and shit. We promised each other that if we wanted to have sex with somebody, then we'd talk about it. It would be open and honest between us. But last night wasn't exactly that conversation." I said. "Yeah! I'll just bet it wasn't!" he said, ruefully. "No! You don't understand! I talked to Jeff because I knew I couldn't just have sex with you. Maybe any other guy on earth - but not you! I could only make love to you. You pointed out that difference last night, remember?" I asked. "Yeah. I remember." he said, finally looking at me lovingly once again. "Jeff completely understood. He's not jealous. Well...not exactly. You see, my lover thinks your about the most incredible Marine Stud he's ever seen and would love to get it on with you, too! He told me the only thing he'd be jealous of is me getting to have sex with you and he wouldn't." I smiled. Dad just stood there with his mouth hanging open. I don't think he was expecting that at all! "You're shittin' me, right?!" he finally asked. "Dad, I don't lie - especially not to men I love." I smiled. "Well, I'll be fucked!" he said, scratching his head in confusion. "Well, if that's what you want, I'm sure either me or Jeff would be glad to oblige!" I grinned. Dad looked at me in shock for a moment and then threw back his head and started laughing! "Well, I'll be goddamned! You two sure take the fuckin' cake, son!" Dad laughed. I walked over and put my arms around his neck. "I suggest that after we have lunch, that you take me to bed and finish what you started. Then why don't you plan on staying to dinner and after that, all three of us can play and you can see what a stud I've got for a lover!" I said, kissing him gently. "You ain't careful, you're gonna end up a slut just like your Daddy with ideas like that, boy!" he grinned, and then kissed me back. "Well, after all, Dad, genetics seemed to have worked so far!" I smiled. "Damn! Do you have any idea what a sexy boy you are?" he growled. "Not until I met Jeff, I didn't." I said softly. "You really love him, don't you." Dad said. "Oh, Dad, you have no idea how much I love him!" I said. "Yeah, son. I think I do." Dad said, squeezing me tight in his strong, warm arms. "Well, let's eat." I said. "I think we're gonna need our strength." I purred. "Oh fuck! I don't know if I've got enough strength to handle you - no matter what I eat!" Dad laughed. "I can't believe that! Not with those fuckin' muscles on you!" I grinned. "You noticed did you?" Dad asked, grinning back. "Oh, fuck yeah! If you weren't my Dad, I'd have already had you in bed! Or died trying!" I laughed. We kissed again. Gently but deeply. Then Dad let me go and I finished fixing lunch for us. As we sat eating, we talked more about my life at home and his in the Marine Corps. Finally, he looked at me. "You know, this is really good soup! You made this?!" he asked. "Yep. All by myself." I smiled. "Damn, boy, if you can fuck half as good as you can cook, I may just have to steal you away from that Corporal of yours!" he grinned. "Sorry, Dad! No way! I couldn't live without Jeff. But, I have to tell you - I don't think I could live without you, now." I said quietly. "You haven't even 'had' me yet!" he said. "We can take care of that." I said. And getting up, I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The End of Chapter Seven of MARINE HERO If you liked the story, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. If you'd like to read more of my stories, I'd be glad to send you a listing of all my stories on NIFTY (the ONLY place I post them) - just ask for the "story list". I also have a NOTIFY LIST for readers who want to know when I post stories. 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