Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2002 18:00:17 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 17

Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge.
Some of the parts I hope never does.

This story is dedicated to several people:

My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few
years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always
being there.

My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of
the very rough patches I went through writing this.

My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never
forget.

And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United
States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction
despite the persecution that they risk.  To me, they are the true Heros.

MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 1
Part 17

The Narrator of the story is now Marine Master Sergeant Eric Meadows -
Troy's father.

By RimPig (c) 2002

Boot-camp is a fuckin' bitch! No sleep, miles and miles of humping heavy
fucking packs and crawling through mud and muck until you're so fucking
tired you can almost literally sleep standing up at attention. No privacy
anywhere. You shit, shave, shower and piss with 40 other grunts so that you
don't have a chance even to pull your pud the whole time. Well, that's not
exactly true. You could hear bunks creaking in the barracks late at night,
but I was never one to make show for other people - especially other
guys. Though I've got to admit, there were nights when that creaking and
what I knew it meant almost drove me out of my fucking mind with horniness.

There was only one good thing about boot-camp - Matt. I'd heard other
Jarheads say that the friendships that start in boot-camp are the most
intense and longest lasting of your life. It was certainly true where Matt
was concerned. He was this tall, good-looking kid from Beaufort, South
Carolina with dark hair and eyes and a soft, deep southern drawl that was
so like home that I would sometimes ask him questions just to hear him
talk. We ended up bunkmates, me on the top bunk, him on the bottom. I
didn't realize until years later how prophetic that was.

We were both 18 and, like most grunts - as the saying goes; young, dumb and
full of cum. We started spending any free time we had together. I don't
really know why. I guess it was because for some reason, he was just real
comfortable to be around. I never felt like I had to entertain him and I
sure as fuck never asked him to entertain me. There's a point that some
people reach in a friendship or relationship where you can just be
comfortable being quiet together. Some relationships never reach it. Some
take years to reach that point. With some, it's almost immediate. That's
how it was for Matt and me.

I know one of the things that drew us together. It was the same for most
grunts. We were playing out our adolescent 'macho' dreams to be Marines and
we were lonely as shit! We'd left home, family, friends - everything we
knew that was familiar - and landed in this Jarhead hell together. I now
realize it is that isolation that the Corps creates on purpose which bonds
raw recruits into fighting units. The mutual interdependence fostered by
the common enemy - the D.I. The molding of 40 individuals into a fighting
unit that operates as a team is something that takes a lot of stress,
deprivation, reward and punishment to accomplish. But the Marine Corps does
it and, at the risk of chauvinistic pride, does it better than almost
anybody.

But there was something else. Something I couldn't even admit to myself at
the time. In fact, couldn't admit it for a very long time. So long that it
was too late by the time I really took a good hard look at myself and
discovered some things I had pushed down and hidden away for years.  But
that was in the future.

The other thing about our friendship that was strange is that it had none
of those elements of aggression and competition so common in male
relationships at any age but especially when you're still in those late
adolescent years when you're just 'posing' at being a man and have only
begun to have any inkling of what being a man really means. We found no
need to rag on each other or to punch each other in the way of the only
allowable physical affection between males of our age. There were times
when our bodies would touch, like when we'd just be sitting against a rock
out on bivouac somewhere. We'd sit there, just our arms and shoulders
touching. Or maybe our thighs would rub against each other and I would feel
the warmth of his body. I took great comfort in those times but had no idea
why and never questioned it. It just was.

There was something else that I began to notice. When you live in close
quarters with 40 other guys, you get very used to the scents that the male
body gives off. So much like your own but different. Matts scent became
very familiar to me from us being around each other so much, especially
when we were sweating after another 25 mile hump. The thing I noticed,
however, is that his scent was as comfortable and as comforting as my
own. It was like when I was near him, I didn't have to look, I knew he was
there because I could just breathe in and he was there. And I couldn't
understand why that presence, that scent, caused me such warm feelings. I
just put it down to the fact that he was a good friend. And, of course,
that was true. But that wasn't as far as it went. Not by a long shot.

How far it went didn't become apparent until the weekend after we
'graduated' from boot-camp into full-fledged Marines. We were all given
weekend passes. This was our reward for making it through six weeks of
hell. We got to go out and raise hell for 48 hours. Matt and I naturally
went on leave together. We really didn't know what to do other than get
drunk and try to get laid. Of course this was on the mind of every fucking
grunt on the base so the chance of getting laid was about the same as our
D.I. kneeling down and kissing each of our asses individually! But we could
get drunk!

Matt and I were smart though. Knowing that we would need somewhere to sleep
off the effects of the massive amounts of alcohol we swore that we could
consume, we rented a room in a cheap motel outside town first. The room
only had one double bed, but that was ok. After all, after six weeks of
living together 24/7 in that barracks, there was nothing we had to hide
from each other.  Not even the size of our hardons. You knew that about
every guy in the barracks just from the morning wood we all would sprout.

Lying to each other about our ability to consume alcohol was the only
'macho bullshit' game I think that Matt and I ever played with each
other. I'd been raised in a Southern Baptist home in Waynesboro, Georgia, a
little town south of Augusta. Yes, I'd done some hell-raising with my
buddies in high school and gotten drunk a few times, but it hardly took a
six-pack or a few shots of Wild Turkey to do that. And from what I
discovered that first night, Matt had even less tolerance for liquor than I
did!

Matt and I hit the bars about 10 p.m. that night. We went first to a 'titty
bar', but the cover was so steep that we figured we wouldn't be able to
afford to get drunk on what little money we had.  So we followed a couple
of other grunts to this seedy little bar where booze was cheap and Marines
were welcome. This isn't true of all bars. A lot of bars don't like having
Marines as patrons because, when drunk, Marines are known to occasionally
cause a bar to have to be re- decorated and re-furnished.

Matt and I sat there drinking what we knew were the most 'macho' drinks - a
shot of Wild Turkey and a long-neck Bud. I think we made it through four of
them before we were both so shit-faced that there was some concern that we
would even be able to make it back to our motel.  But we did, basically
holding each other up as we staggered our way back to it. When we got to
the room, we at least were able to hold the liquor down, though I think for
both of us, it was a struggle for a while. We stripped down to our briefs
and sat next to each other on the bed and just talked. We told each other
things that night which I know I had never told anyone in my life and I
think that was true for Matt as well. A litany of our few successes and
many failures in growing up. The kind of information that bonds you to
another person in ways that can never be undone.

It was inevitable that with two 18 year old males, who hadn't had any
relief in six weeks, that we would eventually get around to the topic of
sex. That was the point that truly bonded our friendship. We were able to
admit to each other that we were both virgins. Neither of us had fucked
anything other than our hand in 18 years. We'd each dated in high school
but he was raised in the same Southern Baptist atmosphere I was so that he
and I had almost the same experience with girls - practically none! The
'fast' girls were either so homely that you wouldn't want to touch them
with another guy's dick or else they all had older boyfriends who kept them
on a short leash, knowing their propensity to stray. That left us the
'good' girls we met at church, all of whom were waiting for at least an
engagement ring before they'd 'give up' anything.

What I didn't tell Matt that night, was that I had never been much
interested in what they had to 'give up' anyway. I dated because it was
expected. I made out with the girls I dated because that was expected. I
copped a feel here and there because that was expected and, as expected,
other advances were summarily dismissed which actually gave me a feeling of
relief. It's not that I was without sex drive. It was just the girls didn't
much turn me on. What did turn me on was the circle jerks I'd had with my
twin cousins - Lonnie and Donnie - when we were 12 and 13. But I just put
that down to 'boy-stuff', things you did when you were growing up. Just
like how I checked out other guy's cock in the shower after football
practice. Just curiosity. All boys have it. Checking to see how you measure
up. Only thing was, my mind would sometimes drift back to those glimpses of
adolescent masculinity when I was pounding my pud late at night in my room
alone.

So there we were, two horny young grunts with enough alcohol in us to lower
our inhibitions and our 'macho' images and with enough testosterone between
us to fuel an NFL team for an entire season. I know we tried to go to sleep
but evidently I'd reached that point where the alcohol was not making me
tired or dizzy anymore and all I was left with was the hardon from hell! I
thought at first that Matt had gone to sleep. I was laying there, on my
back, with my hands behind my head wanting something. I wasn't exactly sure
what it was that I wanted. All I knew was that, whatever it was, I wanted
it really badly. I figured I'd wait until Matt was deeply asleep and then
just get off with my hand. But while I was thinking this, Matt suddenly
turned over and, in what I thought was deep sleep, curled his body up close
to mine and laid his head and arm on my chest.

I froze. I didn't know what to do. No one in my entire life had ever been
in this type of truly intimate contact with my body! What was worse, I
could hear myself groan when it happened because it felt so good - so
right! Without even thinking, I brought my arm down and put it around him,
drawing him even closer and, with my other hand, began stroking the arm and
shoulder that he had thrown over my chest. It was then that I heard him
moan and felt him push his crotch harder against my thigh, giving me the
idea that perhaps he wasn't completely asleep and that this was something
that was feeling good and right to him as well.

We just lay there for a long time. The scent of him was strong and I was
taking deep breaths of it as it curled up into my nose and made my arousal
climb to heights I'd never known. I continued to stroke his arm, shoulder
and finally his cheek and head. In the mean time, his hand that was resting
on my chest began to gently stroke my pecs and to lightly run a finger
around one of my nipples. Up until that moment, I never could figure out
why the fuck guys had nipples anyway!  But the minute that Matt began
lightly stroking one of mine, the jolt of sensual feeling that went through
my body cleared up that matter in my mind forever!

Now, if there is one thing that boot-camp is good for, it is building up
male bodies. My arms, shoulders, pecs and abs were the hardest and fullest
they had ever been in my life - as were Matt's. We were at the peak of male
physical conditioning and were stunning examples of studly young
Marines. Well at least I thought he was. He later told me he thought the
same thing about me.

I was really getting into stroking the hard muscles of his arm and
shoulder. It amazed me that the steel-like cords of muscle would be covered
with skin as soft as velvet - skin that I could stroke for hours if given
half a chance. And it sure looked like Matt was more than willing to give
me more than half a chance. He didn't seem like he wanted to move out of
range for a long time.  Soon, however, I wasn't just content to stroke his
arm and shoulder. I took my other hand and started stroking down his
back. He started moaning more with each stroke that I made. Reaching down,
my hand suddenly grazed his butt cheek. Looking down I realized for the
first time in my life how beautiful a man's ass can be! And his was about
the most beautiful I'd ever seen! The rounded mounds which stretched the
cotton of his white briefs across them so tightly that I could see the
darkness of his deep ass trench through the fabric.

My hand trailed down and under the elastic waistband of his briefs and
gently stroked the cheek of his butt. Hard muscles covered by even softer
skin with just a dusting of fine downy hairs caused my already hard cock to
suddenly tremble and push out cock-honey which caused a spreading stain on
my briefs. At the same time, I felt Matt's hand leave my chest and begin a
downward slide toward my abs. I sucked in my breath at his touch and then
moaned as his hand came to rest just above where my hard cock which was
tenting my briefs.

Throughout all of this, we had not looked at each other. Now I looked down
at him and he opened his eyes and looked up into mine. I was immediately
lost in his dark brown eyes. Without thought, I turned towards him and
wrapped my arms around him. I held his body to mine and I could feel our
hard cocks pressing against each other. We both moaned at the feeling. I
didn't realize where this was leading until I could feel my face coming
closer to his. I could feel his warm breath on my face and I could smell
the beer and whiskey on his breath. But it didn't matter. My face descended
to his and suddenly my lips were pressing against his. His mouth pressed
back to mine and I could feel his mouth opening. I immediately opened to
him and my tongue slipped into his mouth and I tasted him for the first
time. We moaned into each other's mouths as our bodies rubbed together and
our hard cocks tried to rub together but were blocked by our briefs.

I don't know where I got the courage to say it, but I whispered to Matt
that I wanted to see him naked. He smiled and told me he wanted to see me
the same way, so we disconnected long enough to slide our briefs down and
off our bodies. Then, before we could roll back into each other's arms, I
stopped and just looked at him. I'd seen his body many times in the showers
and in the barracks, but it was different now. In the soft moonlight coming
through the window of the cheap motel room, the ridges and planes of his
masculine form took on a beauty that just about took my breath away. The
twin mounds of his hard chest, the deep rust-colored nipples, the fine
trail of hair that led down his tight, firm stomach and blossomed into the
dark forest surrounding his now erect maleness and continued by covering
his nutsack, which was drawn up tight to his body in his excitement. The
dark hair continued down his thick thighs and his shapely calves. All told,
he was a magnificent specimen of maleness and, while I had no real idea
what it was I wanted to do with him, one thing I did know - I wanted my
hands to touch every part of that beauty.

My gaze finally drifted back to his face and I saw that his eyes were as
busy drinking in my form as I was his. I reached out my hand and gently
placed my palm against the hard planes of his chest. Again, I felt the
softness of his skin but now there was heat as well. His body radiated the
heat and desire that had built up in it for 18 years and the warmth felt so
good against my hand.  Strangely enough, I found my hand trembling, not in
fear but with the pent up desire that I felt. I moved my hand slowly across
his chest and lightly brushed one of his nipples. He moaned at the touch
and I instinctively grabbed the nubbin between my thumb and forefinger,
gently rolling and pinching it at the same time. This elicited deeper moans
from him and a spasm that seemed to go through his body. I looked down,
thinking that he might be cumming but only saw more cock- honey dripping
from his foreskin onto the bed.

Taking my lead, his hand reached out began to explore the pelt of hair that
covered my abdomen, his hand pressing and kneading into my hard gut. I
heard more moans in the room and suddenly discovered they were my own. His
hand moved down and grasped my balls gently, rolling them around in their
hairy sack and causing me to almost cum from the feelings that he was
creating in me. His hand moved up and he slowly grasped my hard cock and
began to gently pull down on the skin, exposing the wet head from its
sheath of foreskin. I moaned again as he did this and, as he exposed the
underside of my cockhead, I could smell the very ripe, male odor that hid
there, now openly filling the space around us.

I had showered that morning but that was many hours ago. While this scent
of what people called 'cock-cheese' was offensive to some, I had always
found it to be very stimulating. I was afraid at first that Matt might be
offended by it, but instead, he took some on his finger and, as I watched,
he brought it to his nose and sniffed deeply of it. I thought that this was
the most erotic thing I'd ever seen anyone do until he almost lazily
reached out his tongue and licked the ripe and pungent 'cheese' from his
finger - his eyes locked on mine while he did so. I moaned again as I
watched, unable to form words.

He smiled at me and then began to moved down the bed until my crotch was at
his eye level. I knew what he was about to do, but I just couldn't believe
it. It was something I'd heard about, fantasized about, but never expected
to have done to me. Especially not by someone so clearly masculine as
Matt. The term 'cocksucker' had always conjured up visions of those very
effeminate men with simpering ways. But that wasn't Matt. Nothing about him
was weak or feminine. I was almost ashamed for him to do this thing to me
until his tongue reached out and swiped some of the cock honey that was
drooling down the exposed head of my cock.

I moaned as his rough, wet tongue touched my sensitive glans and began to
swirl all around it. He licked up all of the cock-honey he could find,
which only made my cock belch out more, and then licked all around the
underside of my sensitive head until he had gathered in all of my
cock-cheese as well. His hand reached down and again began massaging my
nuts in their furry sack while one of his fingers reached back behind my
balls and began to gently stroke my taint, coming closer and closer to my
ass-crack. His mouth, meanwhile, engulfed my cockhead in its warm wetness
and my hips involuntarily drove up, forcing more of my rampant rod into his
mouth.

I could feel his tongue gently stroking the underside of my cock as he
moved his mouth farther and farther down until his nose hit my pubic hairs
and I could feel the head of my cock lodged in his tight throat. It was a
feeling like nothing I had ever felt in my life and my moans and cries
filled the tiny motel room. At the same time, his finger, which had moved
under my balls, had found my ass-crack and was lightly stroking my wrinkly
hole! No one had ever touched me there! I'd never touched me there! But it
felt so fucking good that I never wanted him to stop!

"God damn! Matt! Fuck! That feels good! Fuck, yeah! Suck my cock, man! Make
me shoot!" I begged.

I heard Matt chuckle in his throat as he began to move his mouth up and
down my cock, his tongue moving over the head and then down the underside
of it until I knew that I could contain myself no longer. Although Matt had
hardly started sucking on my cock, I knew that I was going to blow my load
any second. I tried to push him away, but he only pushed my cock farther
into his throat, letting me know that he wanted my load and I wasn't going
to stop him from getting it.

"Matt! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, man! I'm gonna shoot!" I screamed and he merely
intensified the exquisite torture his mouth and his finger stroking my
asshole were giving me.

"Here it come, Matt! I'm coming! FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!" I screamed as I
suddenly felt him push his finger into my asshole and my balls let loose
with 18 years of pent up cock-cream straight down his sucking throat!

I don't know how many times I shot. My orgasm felt like it went on forever!
I thought at one point I was going to pass out from the intensity of
it. Matt continued to slurp down every drop of my cum and to nurse on my
cock as it grew soft in his mouth. I finally pulled my cock from his mouth
when it became so sensitive that it was almost painful.

He then moved back up the bed and I took him back into my arms. His mouth
pressed down on mine and I opened to him. It was then that I realized he
had not swallowed all of my cum but, instead, had held some in his mouth
which he now was sharing with me. As the slimy, warm liquid slid into my
mouth, I tasted my own cum and found it incredibly sweet. I had tasted
myself before, I guess all boys do. But to taste myself from Matt's mouth
was so erotic that I found myself boning up again.

Matt broke the kiss and smiled down at me, while he licked his lips to make
sure that he had gotten all of my cream.

"God damn! How the fuck...where the fuck did you learn to do that!" I
asked.

It wasn't a put down. I was truly impressed with his abilities!

"I've got two very horny older brothers. We used to spend most of our free
time playin' around and gettin' each other off." he explained.

"Man! That was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt in my whole life!" I
said, pulling him back down for another deep kiss.

I moved around until I was on top of him, his body supporting most of my
weight. I couldn't begin to believe how wonderful his hard, masculine body
felt under me! My mouth moved down from his to his neck and I began to lick
and suck on the sweaty skin there, tasting the saltiness of it. I moved
farther down and began to lick his chest and finally moved my mouth to one
of his nipples.

I figured that as wonderful as Matt's fingers had felt on mine, a mouth had
to be even better! And if Matt's reaction was any indication, I had
certainly 'hit the nail on the head', so to say! I began sucking and
nipping at his nipples with my teeth and his body arched up in a spasm of
pleasure, driving his breast harder against my mouth. His moans were
echoing of the walls of the little room and I began to fear that someone
would hear us and figure out what was going on. Then I thought of what kind
of a motel this was and realized that no one who was staying there was
probably at all interested in anything that was going on in anyone else's
room!

I moved down farther down his body, licking as I went until his hard cock
bumped up under my chin. I pushed it aside and buried my nose in his dark,
soft pubic hair. His crotch smell was intensely masculine - sweat, musk and
something undefinably 'Matt'. I breathed deep of it and continued down past
his cock until my nose were pressed up against his balls. He was sweating
in the dark little room and his balls were wet with it. The fragrant
muskiness that they exuded was almost overpowering to my senses. I couldn't
get enough of the smells and scents of Matt's body.  I think he realized
this and just lay back and let me have at him. He did raise his legs and
put his feet flat on the bed so that he was more spread open to my
exploration.

I licked and sucked at his furry sack, amazed at the softness of his pubic
hair. It was a soft as the hair on his head, not crinkly and wiry like
mine. It was dark, almost black, where mine was a rich golden color. The
taste of his balls, however, tangy and salty was as erotic to me as the
scent of them. I licked all over his balls, the creases between this thighs
and finally moved to the underside of his sack and even let my tongue drift
down to that patch of skin between balls and asshole - his 'taint'.

That's when it hit me. A scent so powerfully dark and masculine, an aroma
so overpowering that I had to experience directly. If I hadn't been half
drunk and more than half out of my mind with lust, I doubt if I would have
had the guts to do what I did next. I moved my face down to where my nose
was firmly pressed against the start of his ass crack. That's where the
scent I wanted so badly was coming from. The dark, muskiness of it drove me
on. Without thinking, I pushed back his legs until his entire ass trench
became visible and accessible to me. I ran my nose up and down his ass
crack, the dark hairs which lined the trench tickling my nose. He was
sweaty and wet when my nose touched his hole. The scent of Matt's male ass
was turning me on so much that I didn't think of the consequences of my
next actions. I began to lick and suck at his hole, eating at him like a
dog on a bitch-in-heat's cunt. I pushed my tongue against his pliant hole
and before I knew it, my tongue slid deep into the recesses of his body. I
was tongue fucking his asshole!

"Fuck! Eric! What are you doing to me! Oh, God! Don't stop! For fuck's
sake, don't stop! Eat me out, man! Eat my fuckin' hole!" he begged as his
body thrashed on the bed from my tongue buried deep in his butt.

I was glad he was begging me to continue because there was no way in
fuckin' hell that I was going to stop! The taste and scent of his ass was
driving me into realms of dark pleasure that I had never even imagined
existed. I knew from my upbringing that what I was doing was wrong, that it
would send me straight to hell. But for just one more taste of his butt, I
would have gladly spent eternity in the fires of damnation! Finally, the
one thing that could stop me, did.

"Fuck, Eric! I'm gonna cum, man! I'm gonna lose it!" Matt screamed.

I quickly lowered his legs and lowered my mouth onto his hard cock. I could
taste the copious amounts of cock-honey that his dick was pushing out and
the sweaty muskiness of his uncut rod. I pulled down the foreskin with my
hand until I could taste his cock-cheese as he had mine. Then I moved down,
taking as much of his 8" into my mouth as I could. I had never sucked a
cock, but I remembered from him sucking mine that I had to make sure that
my teeth didn't come into contact with his sensitive skin. I allowed his
cock deep into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat and I almost
gagged. Then I moved back up until my tongue could lick over the top of his
cockhead and taste more of his flow. I then reversed course and headed back
down his cock. I got about halfway down when I could feel the cum start to
exit through his cum-tube on the underside of his cock.

"Fuck! I'm shootin', man! I'm cummin'! Ahh, fuck!" he moaned.

Matt shot about ten good loads of cum into my waiting mouth. I quickly
swallowed as much as I could but the amount soon overwhelmed my ability and
cum began to leak out the sides of my mouth and into his pubic hair. I held
on until he was through, making sure to suck and nurse at his cock until
the last of his cum-load was out and then I began to lick and suck in his
pubic hair to gather up any that had spilled.

I remembered what Matt had done and held the last of his load in my
mouth. I moved up on top of him again and ground my hard cock against his
groin as I pressed my mouth hard to his. When he opened up, I allowed all
of his cum that I held in my mouth to slide easily into his. We swapped his
cum back and forth a few times until he finally swallowed it. He then took
his tongue and swabbed out the inside of my mouth, searching for any
residue of his load.

It dawned on me, if it didn't him, that he was kissing me and licking out
my mouth after I had it at his ass, licking and sucking up inside his
butthole! He didn't seem to notice or mind, however and I certainly wasn't
opposed to it. I finally pulled my mouth off of his and looked down at
him. He evidently did remember where my mouth had been.

"Where the fuck did you ever learn to do that!" he echoed my question but I
knew he wasn't referring to my blowing him.

"I didn't. I've never done anything like that in my whole life!" I said
sheepishly. " I guess I just got carried away."

"Well, you can get carried away any fuckin' time you like!" he said and
with that he raised his legs and wrapped them around my waist.

My hard cock slipped down and was now resting against the crack of his
ass. I looked down at him with a questioning look on my face. Did he
realize the 'danger' he had just put himself into?  How easy it would be
for me to shove my cock deep inside his butt and sodomize him? Or did he
know and that's what he wanted? Unfortunately, I didn't know how to ask the
questions that I wanted to ask. But my body did! My hips started pushing my
cock against his ass-crack and I could feel the fur in his butt rubbing
against the underside of my dick. It felt good!

"Mmm." he moaned as he felt my cock against him. "That feels really good!"

"Yeah. To me, too!" I husked.

"I know something that feels even better." he said quietly.

I looked at him. I was afraid to ask what was better because I didn't know
what I was doing and I figured I could really hurt him. God damn! Something
like that HAD to fuckin' hurt! Havin' a guy shove his pecker up your butt!?
And I wasn't small by any stretch of the imagination! I knew from circle
jerks when I was a boy and from seeing other grunts with their morning
woods in the barracks that I was substantially bigger than most! In fact, I
thought I had detected some very admiring and envious glaces at times in
the barracks. The last time I had measured my cock, I had about 10 hard
inches and it was quite thick.

"I don't want to hurt you, Matt." I said quietly.

"It only hurts a little at first. If we take our time, you won't hurt
me. Believe me." he said, looking up into my eyes.

That's when I first saw it - or at least the first time I understood what I
was seeing - and it scared the fucking shit out of me! What I saw in Matt's
eyes was love. There was no way around it. He was looking at me with such
depth of love in his eyes that it took my breath away! I leaned down and
pressed my mouth to his again, tasting deeply of his mouth and rubbing my
tongue against his. I didn't know how else to respond to what I'd seen in
his eyes.

I pulled back and looked down again, he smiled up at me and now I could
see, along with the love, horniness creeping back in as well. That was
good. I could deal with horny! I didn't know how to deal with love.

"Over in my bag is a little jar a Vaseline. Get that and we'll use it so
you don't hurt me." he said quietly.

I went over and found the small jar and came back to the bed. Matt was
laying there with his legs pulled way back to his chest so that his
ass-trench was very accessible. I got beneath him on the bed and handed him
the jar but he wouldn't take it.

"No, that's for you to use. You have to get me opened up before you can go
shoving that mighty weapon up me!" he smiled.

"Tell me how. I've never done anything like this before." I said.

"Ok, take a big gob of the stuff and put in on my hole and push a lot of it
inside with your finger."  he said and I followed his directions.

I started working the greasy stuff into his hole and found my index finger
slipping further and further inside of him. He was tight at first, but as I
began to move my finger in and out of his ass, fucking him with it, he
began to loose up some.

"Now add another finger and work them both all the way up inside me." Matt
said, moaning when I complied.

I worked my index and middle finger all the way up inside him until his
asslips were wrapped around the base of the fingers where they met the
knuckle of my hand. I moved them around inside him and suddenly rubbed up
against something hard. Matt moaned loudly when it did.

"Matt! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?!" I was frantic.

I almost pulled my fingers out of him but he reached down hand grabbed my
wrist in his strong grip to keep me from pulling out.

"I'm ok! You found my prostate. Some guys call it a 'joy-button'. It feels
really good when you stroke it. You can get off just from having it
stroked. It's what makes this worthwhile for me." he told me.

Well! If this hard thing up his butt got him off, then I was gonna find
that little sucker again and make him feel as good as I possibly could! I
moved my fingers around and found that it wasn't hard to find at all and
Matt's moans of pleasure continued as I stroked it up inside of him. He
told me finally to add another finger but to add more Vaseline as well,
making sure he was well lubed.  I did as he asked. It was a tight fit in
his hole but after a few minutes, his hole again relaxed and easily
accommodated all three of my fingers.

"I'm ready now. Just grease that fuck-stick of your up real good and put it
at the opening." he instructed me.

I did as he asked and was again over him, resting on my straight arms. My
cock was resting against his hole and his legs were over my shoulders. He
grabbed my hips and pulled me forward.  My cock met some resistance but I
felt his hole push out and then my cock slid inside. I groaned!  I was not
prepared for the hot wetness or the tightness inside him! He kept pulling
on my hips, making me push forward until my pubic hair was crushed against
his tender hole and my cock was complete buried in his butt. I almost lost
it right there! The feeling was totally incredible! While I'd heard of
'corn-holing' growing up, I could never understand the attraction to it
until that moment! Sweet Jesus! I could gladly crawl up Matt's sweet, hot,
tight ass and never come out!

He held me there and I could feel the tunnel of his ass muscles begin to
loosen somewhat around my cock as his ass became used to my weapon. He let
go of my hips and reached up and began stroking my chest and gently pulling
at my nipples.

"Fuck me, Eric. Please, fuck me!" he begged looking up at me.

At that moment in time, those were the sweetest fucking words I had ever
heard. I began to withdraw my cock from his tight hole only to push it back
in again quickly, not wanting to be lost from that heat. He moaned and
arched his back. I let his legs slip from my shoulders and wrap themselves
around my waist as I covered him with my body resting on my elbows and
began kissing his beautiful mouth. I fucked him slowly, not wanting to miss
any sensation. I could feel that hard knot up inside him and I purposely
drove my cock against it on each in and out stroke. I was able to fuck him
slowly for a while, but all too soon my male instincts took over and I
began to stroke harder and faster into him. At first I was afraid to hurt
him, but he took care of those fears.

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck my ass, Eric! Pound my butt with your cock! Pound me
HARD! I can take it! I love it when you fuck me HARD!" he moaned.

If he loved it hard, then hard he would get because hard up his ass was
what I seemed to like best.  My hips became jackhammers, driving my cock
into his hot, wet hole. I began thrusting my hips at angles to drive my
cock into other places inside him. He moaned and begged and almost cried
from the pleasure my cock was giving him. Something went through me at that
point which I had never felt before. It was a type of pride - male pride! I
was fucking and I was giving someone immense pleasure from my fucking! More
than I even realized. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my hard
abs and greasing me with his cock-honey so I knew without a doubt that this
was pleasing him to no end.

As I continued to pound his butt, my breathing became deeper and I began to
smell the scents around me. My sweat, his sweat, our cock and ball funk and
the natural funk of male butt-fucking.  They all combined in a cloud of
fragrant stimulation that almost drove me over the edge. But before all of
the scents I was to come to love so well could do that, something else
happened which at first amazed me and then took me to heaven!

Matt began to moan loudly, his head tossing back and forth and suddenly I
felt his ass tighten around my plunging cock and then felt his seed
spraying hot and wet between our bodies. The added stimulation of his
hole's massage of my cock as well as the realization that I had gotten him
off just with my cock fucking him drove me over the edge. I cried out at
the same time I buried my cock as hard and as deep in his heat as I could
and then shot my load deep into his heaving guts. I shot so hard and so
long that I was truly afraid that one of my fucking balls was going to
shoot through my cock and end up in his ass!

To say that it was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had in my life would
be an understatement!  Never had I known that sex could feel like this! Now
I fully understood what it was about it that drove men crazy. I knew right
then and there that I would do anything - absolutely anything! - to be able
to do this again!

I collapsed on top of Matt and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders as
he kept his legs wrapped around my waist. He licked and sucked at the skin
of my neck as I came down from the absolute high of fucking him. My cock
was still buried in his ass and it didn't feel like it was going to soften
anytime soon. I finally got my breath back and I lifted up to look down at
him. His face was sweaty and flushed. His eyes sparkled with what appeared
to be a deep sense of satisfaction. I tried to pull out of him, but he
quickly grabbed my hips and pulled me back in.

"You just stay right where you are! I ain't done with you yet, mister!" he
cried, sounding like our D.I.

"Matt...that was...incredible! I've never felt anything like it in my life!
I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, still concerned.

"Eric, you got me off without me even having to touch myself. Nobody has
ever been able to do that before! Hurt me? The only thing that would hurt
me is if you told me you didn't ever want to fuck me again!" he smiled.

"Fuck, no! I could never say that! I love fucking you! There's nothing that
I wouldn't do get to do it again!" I truthfully told him.

"So what's stopping you?" he asked.

I gaped at him in surprise!

"Now? Again?" I asked.

"Well, I can feel that you're still hard. What's the matter? I worn you out
already?" he grinned, and I saw the challenge in his eyes.

"Ok, fucker! You asked for it! Don't come cryin' to me when you can't sit
down for a week cause that's how hard I'm gonna fuck your tail for you!" I
said.

"Promises, promises!" he egged me on.

That's all it took! I pulled my cock back out of his butt until only the
head rested inside his hole and then slammed it back into him as hard as I
could. He grunted and grinned at me, still challenging me. I showed him! I
fucked him hard and fast for another 20 minutes or so. His hot ass was
really slick now that my cock was riding on a coating of my own cum, which
turned me on to no end! I pummeled his butt with the hardest fuck I'd bet
he'd ever had! I figured I wouldn't be able to walk to well the next day
but, fuck it! Neither would he!

Again, I started to feel that tingling in my balls which signaled my
impending orgasm when I heard him groan and felt that wonderful tightening
of his hole as his cock began to bath us, once again, in his hot wet
spoonge. And, just like the first time, that's all it fuckin' took to send
me to burying my bone in his ass and shooting another huge load of cum in
his butt. I figured that my balls must be empty by now! I'd shot three
times already!

I collapsed on top of him again, completely exhausted now. My cock finally
softened and slowly slipped out of his ass. I could feel the cum dribbling
out his hole, wetting my groin and the bed, but I didn't fuckin' care. He
lowered his legs from around my waist and I rolled off him to lay on my
side beside him. He turned to face me and reached his hand up to gently
stroke my face.

"You are fucking amazing! Do you know that?! That's twice you got me off
just fucking me! You are one hell of a man!" he said.

The pride and emotions welled up inside me at his words were almost
overwhelming. I pulled him to me and crushed my mouth to his. We kissed for
a long time. But I was just too tired to stay awake! I could see the first
hint of dawn coming out the window and I had to get some sleep. We curled
up together, me holding him in my arms and his head resting in the crook of
my shoulder.

I thought to myself, as I drifted off to sleep, that I had never slept with
another person in my arms and I was amazed at how comfortable and natural
it felt to be holding Matt this way. That was the last I thought I could
remember. I drifted off to sleep, feeling the warmth of him and listening
to his deep, relaxed breathing.

The End of Part 17 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 1

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