Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 23:10:45 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: My Awakening (Part 3)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest, watersports and other sexual
fetishes.  If you are under the age of eighteen or find this kind of
sexual activity offensive, stop here.

My Awakening
By Rim4you

1

For the first two weeks, Dad and I "rough-housed" it.  That is to say,
until our household goods arrived from Camp Le Jeune.  During that time
we had to make do with the sleeping cots and bedding Dad borrowed from
the base.  Uncle Brad dropped off a television and my cousin Jaime,
Uncle Brad's youngest son, who was my age, who shared the same birth
date as me, let me borrow his boom box.  Grandma fussed and moaned
during the whole two weeks.

"Brian,"  Grandma would say, "I just don't see why you and Scotty won't
stay with us until your furniture arrives!"

"It's okay Mom,"  Dad would answer.

"Yeah Grandma," I'd chirp in, "we're bonding ... you know ... like down
to the bare necessities.  You know ... like on that show 'Survival'."

Dad grinned at me.  Especially at my choice of words, "bare
necesssities."

"Oh Scotty!"  Grandma would hiss and shake her head.  "You don't watch
that junk on television do you?  Brian, you don't let him watch that God
awful program do you?"

"Yeah Grandma!"  I'd sneak up behind her wiggling my fingers in the air,
"it's so cool ... eatin' bugs, rats and all kinds of disgusting things
to survive!"

"Oh Scotty quit!"  shewing me aside as she'd march into the kitchen.

Dad would roll his eyes at me shaking his head and together with Grandpa
and Uncle Brad, they'ed bust out laughing.

"Quite a sense of humor that grandson of mine has, Brian,"  Grandpa
said, slapping Dad on the back.

"Oh he's quite a kid!"  Dad chuckled.

"You mean a mouthful!"  Uncle Brad whispered to Dad, jabbing him in the
ribs.

"What's that son?"  Grandpa asked Uncle Brad.

"Ah nothin' Dad,"  Uncle Brad responded, I'm sure Brian will fill you in
on things soon enough!"

And so it went on like this for the first two weeks.

2

The movers scurried our belongings from the van into the house.  Dad
gave orders where everything was to go.  I, more or less being in the
way, was ordered to either go for a dip in the pool, "with your trunks
on!" or hang around outside.  I opted to hang around the front yard so I
could watch the guys unloading our stuff off of the van.  Two of the men
were really hunky and cute to boot.

I was sitting on the grass, trying to stay out of the way, when I heard
a voice shout.

"Hi!"

I turned my head in the direction of the voice and saw this teen-age boy
standing with his hands crossed over his chest.  He nodded his head and
I got up and walked over to him.

"Hey!"  I answered, "I'm Scott."

"I'm Alan.  I live next door with my Dad.  He's a jarhead!"

"No shit!"  I grinned, "my Dad's in the marines too!"

"Cool!"  Alan replied.  "At least we got one thing in common.  We're
both "P" brats."

"P brats?"  I questioned.

Alan laughed.  "That's what the neighborhood parents call the kids whose
Dad's are stationed at Pendalton!  We always seem to be the rowdiest!"

Alan and I sat down on the grass and talked, getting aquainted with one
another.  We swapped our background histories and then I suggested that
we go for a swim in the pool.

"Great!"  Alan shouted, "Wish we had a pool in our backyard.  Be right
back ... gotta go grab my trunks."

As Alan ran towards his house, I wondered what he would look like naked.
He was about my height.  Five foot, eleven inches tall, about my weight
with a similar build.  He had sandy blonde hair and gray eyes and a deep
dark tan.  The blonde hairs on his arms and legs glistened in the sun.

I couldn't help but check out his ass as he got up to head for his
house.  He had a nice bubble butt.  I sighed.

Jogging back towards me, Alan's swimming trunks in his hand, I also
noticed he had a nice, full basket too!

"Ready?"  I asked.

"Yeah dude!" Alan replied.

Alan and I headed into the house.

"I thought I told you to ... oh!"  Dad said, as I brought Alan forward
to meet him.

"Dad, this is Alan.  He lives next door.  His Dad is jarhead too!"

Dad extended his hand.  "Pleased to meet you Alan.  I'm Brian Curtis."

"Nice meeting you sir!"  Alan gripped Dad's hand and shook.

"We're goin' swimmin'.  That okay Dad?"  I asked.

"Sure son!  There's soda in the fridge if you guys want something to
drink.

As I bolted to my room to rumage around for a pair of trunks, Alan and
Dad talked.  Returning to the livingroom, I nodded to Alan and we headed
out back.

"Where we gonna change?"  Alan asked me.

"Right here,"  I replied, "unless your bashful."

"That I'm not,"  Alan said and began pulling off his t- shirt.

The two of us stripped.  As we reached down to grab our trunks, our eyes
made contact with each other and we glanced down to each others' cock.

Alan's dick was slightly longer than mine and thick.  His balls swayed
low and hefty beyond the length of his flaccid cock. His pubic hair was
dense and thick.  He wasn't bad at all for a teen-age boy of fifteen.

"Nice piece of meat Scott!"  Alan said to me, nodding his head in
approval.

"You're not so bad yourself!"  I replied, giving him a wink.

"Too bad we gotta put on our trunks,"  Alan continued.

"Normally we wouldn't," I said, reaching for my swimming trunks, "but
because of the movers and stuff ... you know."

"Yeah!  Gotta play modest," Alan laughed.

Dressed, we headed towards the pool and dove in.  We swam around,
whooping it up and hollering, taking turns dunking each other.  A couple
of times, Alan's hand grazed my crotch.

"Time out!"  I hollered.  "Let's take a breather."

We swam towards the shallow end of the pool and sat on the lowest step
of the stairs the descended into the pool.  Being that the stairs were
in the corner of the pool we sat opposite each other, each leaning
against the back of the pool.

We sat silently looking at one another.  The water lapping against my
chest felt soothing, almost sensual.  My cock began to rise.

"Poppin' a boner dude?"  Alan observed, as he looked down at my crotch.

"Looks that way ... don't it?"  I replied, boldly reaching down to free
my cock from beneath my shorts.

"Fuckin' nice!"  Alan replied, "real nice!"

Likewise Alan reached down and yanked the front of his trunks down,
pulling them under his balls.  I uttered a slight moan as I looked at
Alan's big cock.  To my guess, it had to be at least nine inches in
length.

"Wanna touch it Scott?"  Alan whispered seductively to me.

Without a reply I scooted closer to him.  Looking into his eyes, I
clasped my hand around his rigid dick.  Alan moaned slightly at the
touch of my hand and reached over to take my cock in his hand. Slowly,
we jacked on each others' cocks.

"That feels so fuckin' good,"  I moaned.

"Same here Scott!"  Alan moaned back.

I could feel my lust mounting within me.  Alan's touch was firm, yet
gentle as he tugged at my rock hard dick.  He leaned forward and grazed
his lips over mine.

"Kiss me!"  he whispered.

I pressed my lips to his and we kissed.  Softly.  Gently.  Then slowly
we parted our lips and our tongues darted out, swirling over each
others'.  Our mouths locked upon each other's and our kiss deepened.

2

"Well, I see you two are getting to know each other better!"

"Dad!"

"Mr. Curtis!"  Our voices rung out in shocked surprise.

"Uh ... Mr. Curtis ... it's not what you're ..."

"Relax guys!  Don't sweat it,"  Dad said, as he squatted down by the
edge of the pool.  "Just thought you guys might need some towels!"

Alan looked nervously at me.

"It's okay Alan,"  I said, "my Dad is real cool."

"Didn't mean to disturb you two,"  Dad said, "and I apologize if I came
up on you guys suddenly."

"You're not mad Mr. Curtis?" Alan asked, cautiously.

"Not in the least bit Alan."  Dad replied.  "Scott and I understand each
other quite well."

I nodded in agreement and took Alan's hand in mine, squeezing it
reassuringly.

"Wanna join us?"  Alan said, gaining his boldness back.

"As long as you guys don't mind."  Dad replied.

"I don't think we'd object,"  I answered for the both of us.

Dad stood up and took his shirt off.  The sunlight glistened off of the
beads of sweat that ran down his hairy, muscled chest.  He hooked his
thumbs into the waistband of his jogging shorts and slid them off and
kicked them aside. Then he resumed his squatting position, spreading his
hairy legs wide open.  His horse cock almost grazing the edge of the
pool. He looked down at the two of us, then grabbed his cock in his hand
and started stroking it.  It began to swell with life.

Dad took his hand away so Alan and I could watch his dick jerk and throb
to it's full thirteen inches.

"Fuck!"  Alan gasped.  "That's the most fuckin' awesome dick I've ever
seen in my life!"

I smiled with pride, looking at my Dad, then back at Alan, who yanked
his trunks off and flung them over the side of the pool.  I did the
same.

"Glad you like it,"  Dad responded.  "And you've got a very nice rod
between your legs too."

"Scott?"  Dad asked.  "Why don't you show your buddy what a hot mouth
you have.  Suck his dick!"

I nudged Alan and he rose out of the water.  Dad positioned himself in
back of me just above my head, still squatting on the edge of the pool.
While Dad pulled on his cock, I leaned forward and guided Alan's cock
into my mouth.  His dick throbbed as I sucked him.  Up and down my head
bobbed upon my new friend's swollen cock.  I was in heaven sucking on
Alan's dick.  But in the back of my mind I knew something was missing.
I needed.  I wanted some man stink.  Yet I knew I had to play this out
cautiously as neither I, nor Dad, knew exactly what Alan liked.

Alan groaned with pleasure at the way my sucking mouth was working on
his dick.

"Oh man Scott!"  he groaned aloud, "That feels so fuckin' wonderful!  I
can't believe this is happening to me!  You sucking on my dick and this
hot, hunky marine in front of me jackin' his huge jarhead cock!"


"Enjoy!"  Dad whispered.  "We aim to please!"

"Show me your ass Mr. Curtis!"  Alan almost sobbed with lust.

Dad swung around and got down on his knees, leaning forward on his
elbows he spread his legs wide, arching his hairy ass in the air above
my head.

I leaned back against the wall of the pool, my mouth tugging on Alan's
cock.  Drawing him closer to my Dad's ass.

"Fuck!"  Alan gasped.  "You're fuckin' gorgeous Mr. Curtis!"

Dad acknowledged Alan's compliment by swaying his ass around.  His balls
followed the rhythym to Dad's swaying motions.

As I continued sucking on Alan's dick, I could feel Alan leaning over
me, towards Dad's ass.  I knew that if Alan made contact with Dad's
hairy butt, if perchance he were to eat out Dad's butt, that Alan would
find it ripe and pungent; the way Dad kept his ass for my pleasure.

Alan caressed Dad's muscular mounds with his hands.  Kneading the flesh
with his fingers.  Dad responded by pushing his ass back farther.

Alan's breathing became heavier by the minute.  I slowed my sucking
mouth down.  I didn't want Alan to cum just yet.  I wanted him to
discover on his own, the pleasure that my Dad's ass had to offer, hoping
that my new friend would also take delight in the fragrant aroma of my
Dad's ass.

As if being lured and drawn, Alan slowly lowered his face into the
sweaty, skanky crevice of Dad's ass.  His lips brushed against Dad's
quivering asshole.  Then Alan buried his face forcefully in Dad's funky
ass trench.  Up and down Dad's hairy ass crack, Alan rubbed his face
groaning and sighing with pleasure.

"Fuckin' stink jarhead ass!"  Alan moaned, swirling his face all over
Dad's ass.  "I love a marine's dirty, smelly ass!"

"You like that Alan?"  Dad asked, glancing back at him.

"Yes sir, Mr. Curtis!  I just get so turned on every time a marine
shoves his stink ass in my face!"

"Good!"  Dad responded. "Now you and Scott have something else in
common."

"You get off on marine stink too buddy?"  Alan asked me, his breathing
rapid and gasping.

I answered him by swallowing his dick all the way down my throat.

"Ah man!"  Alan cried, his tongue swirling around Dad's dirty asshole,
"I'm gonna fuckin' blow my wad!  Ah!  Ah!  Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

Alan's cock exploded in torrents of gushing cum down my hungry throat.
I swallowed each spurt that he had to offer. After the spasms in his
body eased, Alan sunk down to his knees before.  Holding onto my arms
for support, he gazed into my eyes and whispered:

"Kiss me again Scott!  Kiss my stink lips!  Taste jarhead stink on my
lips!"

As Alan and I kissed each other deeply, Dad stood up and stepped into
the pool.  He positioned himself on the second step of the stairway, his
cock within inches of our kissing mouths.  Dad jacked on his dick
furiously.  His hand flew up and down his rigid cock.  Faster and faster
he pumped.  Arching his back he let out a deep moan.  Alan and I parted
out lips and looked up at Dad's cock.  Dad shot a glance down at us.
His body heaved.

"Open your mouths boys!"  Dad hissed, "get ready for marine spunk!"

With one final tug on his dick, Dad's cock erupted.  Spurt after spurt
of his thick cream shot out of his piss slit and into mine and Alan's
open mouths.  When Dad's orgasm was complete, he sat down and leaned his
head towards Alan and I.  He embraced us and drawing our lips together,
Dad, Alan and I shared a deep three way kiss, swapping back and forth
into each others' mouths, thick, creamy, copious amounts of marine
sperm.

As we broke our kiss, the three of us gazed down into the water.  My
cock was exploding.  Thick jets of my jizz swirled in the water.  I had
cum without touching myself.

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