Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 19:22:32 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 20

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 he
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 4
Part 20

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

By RimPig (c) 2002

The first month I spent at Camp Pendelton was the worst month that I can
ever remember in my life. I missed Matt terribly. I actually found myself a
couple of times, when alone in the shower, crying. Then as if the pain I
felt over my lover's absence wasn't enough, one day one of the base
Chaplains came to see me. He told me that my father had died and that I
would have to fly home for the funeral. I left the next day and arrived in
Waynesboro about 9 or 10 hours later. I discovered that Pops had an
insurance policy that would pay for the funeral and some additional money
for me. Not much, but some. I went the funeral in a daze. I cried, but
everyone thought it was for Pops. Well, I guess some of it was. Most of it
was my own misery at missing Matt and now to have to handle this on top of
it.

We buried Pops next to my mom and then I went back to stay in the house
that I grew up in.  There was nothing there really that I wanted to keep so
I called a local real estate broker and put the house up on the market. She
said that she'd contact me when it was sold. It wouldn't bring much but now
with Pops dead, I saw no reason to ever go back to Waynesboro again. The
only thing I took with me was Pop's almost new truck and drove back to Camp
Pendelton and resumed my life as a Marine.

The Corps gave me a home, a place to be and purpose in my life now that I
was so alone. I threw myself into the discipline, determined to be the most
'gung-ho' Marine on that base! My superiors noticed my efforts and I found
myself easily moving up in grade. Within three month's, I'd been made
corporal and I was told that if I kept up my efforts, sergeant would not be
far off. As a certified 'sniper', I was given duties in training other
Marine recruits in weaponry. I never realized it, but I seemed to have a
talent for teaching and was quite successful at turning out riflemen. And
in the Corps "every Marine a rifleman" wasn't just a slogan! It was
reality. And I was very good at making Marines into riflemen.

But I was still all alone. Still lonely, pining for Matt. I'd gotten one
letter from him which I'd answered. But it was the most unsatisfactory kind
of communication. Because of our fear of discovery, we didn't dare put into
our letters what we really were feeling and what we really wanted to say to
each other. I didn't know what to do but to go on and pray that sometime
soon Matt and I would be together again.

It was about this time that an incident happened that would change my life
forever. I had no idea that one night, as I browsed the PX, my life was
about to take a dramatic turn which would forever alter the way that Matt
and I would relate to each other. Nor did I realize a dream that I had
always had was about to come true.

I had been in the PX a number of times and got to know some of the people
who worked there - at least by face and name because they wore name
badges. One of the women there, about my age, was named Janet. She was a
pretty girl with a shy smile and green eyes. We talked a couple of times
and I got the feeling she was interested in me. This surprised me. I'd
never really had a girl interested in me. 'Just my luck!' I thought to
myself. 'I'm not interested in girls. I'm not interested in anybody but
Matt! And here I've got a girl interested in me!'.

That night, I was feeling particularly down and lonely and didn't really
want to go back to the barracks to shoot the shit with the other guys. I
figured now that I was a corporal, I could always go to the NCO club and
have a few beers, but I didn't even feel like doing that. I figured I just
get drunk and who knows what would happen then? I could end up breaking
down crying over Matt in the mood I was in. Actually, I figured I'd be more
likely to start a fight! The mood I was in contained a lot of anger at the
world, at fate and at the Marine Corps - all of which was conspiring to
keep Matt and I apart.

I was standing out front of the PX, trying to decide where to go, when I
heard voices from around the corner of the store. One voice I knew - it was
Janet. The other voice I didn't but I knew that it was a male and he was a
very angry male. He was calling Janet all kinds of very nasty names and
telling her that she belonged to him and that she had better get used to
that. I could hear her voice, trying to tell him that she wanted nothing to
do with him. And then I heard a slap.  Very loud and very hard.

Now, where I was raised, there are two things a man didn't do. You didn't
break faith with someone you gave your word to and you didn't hit a
woman. I flew around the corner of the building just in time to see a
Marine private raring back with his arm to take another swing at Janet who
he had pinned to the building. I grabbed his arm, swung him around, put my
knee hard into his groin while taking my elbow and shoving it up into his
wind-pipe. The private collapsed on the pavement. I looked over at Janet
and asked if she was all right.

"Yes! Thank you." was all she could get out and then she started to cry.

I didn't know what to do, this was not a normal situation for me. I just
reacted on instinct. I took her into my arms and held her, stroking her
hair while she cried. Two passing MP's came upon us and asked what had
happened. Between Janet and I we explained the situation to the MP's who
asked Janet if she wanted to press charges against the private. At first
she seemed hesitant.

"I can't tell you what to do," I said to her. "But if you don't, then that
asshole's free to do it again to either you or some other girl."

She looked at me with admiration and I was completely disconcerted by it.

"Yes. I'll gladly press charges!" she said to the MP's, her voice stronger
and more sure.

The MP's hauled the asshole away. I doubted he'd be a Marine for much
longer. Assault of a civilian, particularly a female civilian - especially
one who worked on the base - was cause for not only brig time, but
dismissal from the Corps.

Janet and I continued to stand there and I could see she was still shaking
from the incident. I did what my upbringing taught me to do, I took
charge. I walked her over to the NCO club and bought her a drink to help
her calm down. I got her a rum and coke, figuring it was rather sweet and
she'd probably like it. She did. So I bought her a second one. Then I sat
and talked with her for a while.

She told me that she had dated the private once after he had pursued her
for several months. She really hadn't wanted to go out with him, but felt
sorry for him. That had been her mistake. The guy was evidently a nut case
because during the first date, he informed her that she now 'belonged' to
him and even informed her that she would marry him. Not asked. Informed!

She'd determined never to see him again, so he started stalking her. What I
had witnessed tonight was just the culmination of a disaster that had
started several weeks ago.

"Well, I hope you don't think all Marines are like him!" I said to her.

"No most of them are very nice. Like you. Just most of them aren't as sad
as you are." she said quietly.

Her words about made me fall off my chair! How did she know? How could she
tell?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." she said, looking up into my eyes.

"No. It's all right." I said quietly. "And you're right. Most of them
aren't as sad as I am."

"Why are you so sad?" she asked. "I know it's none of my business, but
maybe it would help to talk about it?"

"I had a buddy." I told her. "We went through boot-camp and advanced
training together. We were constantly together for more than 10 months. I'd
never really had a friend like him before.  Then he was transferred
overseas and I was transferred here. I miss him a lot. And if that wasn't
enough, my Pop died a month after I was transferred here. It's a lot to
take all at once. I'm only 19 years old now and I'm all alone." I told her.

"God! No wonder you're so sad. You've had an awful lot to deal with in such
a short time!" she said, her voice full of concern for me. "I know kind of
what you're going through. My parents aren't dead. I just wish they were,
sometimes! They never wanted me, they always made me feel like I was an
imposition in their lives. When I turned 18, I left and I've been on my own
ever since."

"You've got it tougher than me!" I told her. "I've at least got the Corps
to keep me fed, clothed and housed. You've got nobody!"

"How well I know. It's really scary sometimes. But I'm making it. I'm doing
ok. I've got my own apartment and a car and I have this job. The pay is
good and the benefits are, too. I don't usually tell guys I'm all alone -
it either scares them off because they think I want to trap them into
marriage or, worse, they think they can take advantage of me." she said.

"Which category do I fall into?" I smiled at her.

"Neither. You're my hero! My knight on a white charger, come to my rescue
to protect me against the 'Black Knight'!" she laughed and the sound was
like little bells ringing.

"I'm just a southern boy raised to believe that you don't hit women." I
said, embarrassed by her words, but I couldn't, right then, tell you why.

"Well, Southern Boy, there sure aren't a lot of you around these days!" she
laughed again.

I began to figure that the two drinks I bought her must be beginning to hit
her because she seemed a hell of a lot more relaxed than she had been.

"You've got to let me repay you for what you did for me. Please." she said.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, completely at a loss as to what she
wanted to do.

"I know you guys never get a home cooked meal. I want you to come to my
place for dinner tomorrow night." she said.

"You don't have to go to all that trouble. I didn't really do all that
much." I said, trying to play down my role in all of this.

"Didn't do much! Why if you hadn't come along, I don't know what that crazy
guy would have done to me! This is the very least I can do! Please, say
you'll come?" she begged.

I felt like a heel saying no, so I said yes. She gave me her address, it
wasn't far from the base. She told me to be there at 6:00 p.m. and then I
walked her to her car. She reached up on tip-toes and kissed me gently on
the cheek. I was glad it was dark, 'cause I think I blushed. The she got in
her car and was gone.

All the next day, I tried to come up with some way to get out of going to
her place the evening.  The problem was, while I had her address, I didn't
have her phone number nor did I know her last name. So at 6:00 p.m. I was
knocking on the door to her apartment. She opened the door with a smile.

"Corporal Meadows, come in!" she said.

I walked into the apartment. It was small but tastefully furnished. It was
certainly nicer than any place I'd ever lived. She had me sit down and then
brought me a beer. I guess she noticed last night what I was
drinking. Something from the kitchen smelled really good and I told her so.

"Well, I don't know what you like to eat, but I've never met a Marine yet
that didn't like red meat so I've made a rib roast. I hope you like it."
she said.

"I probably will, but I can't say I've ever had it before." I said.

"What, your mother never fixed a rib roast?" she asked.

"I never knew her." I said quietly. "She died giving birth to me. My Pop
raised me and he wasn't much of a cook."

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" she said, looking sticken.

"No! No! It's ok! I don't miss her. I just never knew what it was like to
have a mother." I said, wanting her not to feel bad.

"That's really rough on a little boy. So you really are, just like me. All
alone in the world." she said.

I thought about Matt, so far away in Russia.

"Yes, I am all alone. Well, except for about 40 other Marine's I share a
barracks with." I smiled.

"That isn't quite the same thing, is it?" she asked quietly.

"No. It's not." I answered.

She stood up.

"Just let me check dinner, it's almost ready." she said heading towards
where the great smells were coming from.

And that wasn't all that I smelled. When she moved, there was the air of
faint perfume around her. I recognized the fragrance - it smelled like
Lilies-of-the-Valley. They grew wild at home in the woods and I grew up
loving how they smelled. The thought of those woods and my lonely times
there brought up thoughts of Matt again.

Janet returned and started putting food on the table. I got up to help but
she had me sit down instead, saying she could handle it.

"This dinner is for you, Corporal Meadows. You're not supposed to do
anything!" she laughed.

"It's Eric." I said.

"What?" she answered, looking at me like she had no idea what I was talking
about.

"My name. It's Eric." I said again.

"Oh." she said quietly. "I like that name. It's very strong and
masculine. Just like you."

That comment really rocked me! I wasn't used to having things like that
said to me. Matt might think it, but I doubt if he'd ever say it. I didn't
know what to say in reply. And it wouldn't have mattered anyway because she
was gone again, back to the kitchen to bring out more food.

The dinner was delicious. There was way more food than even I could
consume. Evidently most of what Janet knew about males was that they ate
large quantities of food. So that's what she'd cooked. But that was ok. It
was really nice just sitting there with her.

I couldn't figure it out. I felt very comfortable being with her. It might
have been the two other beers that I drank in my nervousness, but I didn't
think so. Something was different about her than the girls I'd known at
home. She evidently wasn't into playing coy little female games like the
girls I knew at home. She seemed to say exactly what she wanted - not what
I or any guy wanted to hear. I found her really refreshing.

After dinner, we sat on the couch and talked. We talked about growing up as
only children. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I truthfully told her
no. I didn't tell her I'd never had one nor did I want one. If I had, it
would have saved an awful lot of pain and heartache for everyone later on,
but I wasn't about to tell anyone about myself at that point.

Somehow the subject got around to movies and she told me there was this
film she was dying to see but didn't want to go alone. I don't know why,
but I asked her if she'd go with me. I did it to be friendly because I
really liked her and figured we could become friends. It didn't dawn on me
until later that I'd just asked her out on a 'date'! Before I knew it, we
had plans to meet at the PX after she got off work the next night and go to
the movie.

I, of course, didn't touch her that night. In fact, it was her that kissed
me, again, at the door but this time it was very gently on the lips. Now,
don't get me wrong. It was nice. It wasn't Matt, but Matt was a long way
away and I was very, very lonely at that point. It didn't give me a hardon
or anything, but it was nice.

To make a long story short, we started seeing each other on a regular
basis. We were going out 2- 3 times during the week and on Saturday
nights. I was having fun. There was nothing in my mind about sex or a
relationship with her. We kissed good night and I would hold her hand every
once in a while, but there was nothing romantic in my mind at all! Well,
maybe somewhere in the back of my mind but nothing that would have come out
if it hadn't been for this party we went to one night.

Some friend of hers had a place down by the beach in San Diego and we went
there to this big party. There was lots of booze and a lot of drugs going
around. Now, I'd seen marijuana but had never tried it. I had been an
athlete in school. I didn't smoke anything! Not even cigarettes! There was
also some white powder which I later learned was cocaine. Janet and I were
sitting with a group of people when somebody started passing a joint
around. When it got to Janet, she took a hit off the thing and then passed
it to me. I looked at her funny, not realizing that she ever would do such
a thing.

"Haven't you ever tried grass, Eric?" she asked.

"No. Never." I said.

"It's a lot better than booze!" she said.

I know it isn't an excuse but everybody else was doing it and nobody seemed
to be going psycho like I was always warned that they would, so I tried
it. Of course, I almost coughed my fool head off the first time I tried to
take the smoke into my lungs. That should have told me right then and there
not to continue with this, but I was bound and determined to fit in with
Janet's friends so I managed to keep the 2nd lung-full down. And the third
and the fourth. After about 20 minutes, I was very, very stoned! I'd never
felt anything like this! It was incredible. Actually, not only was it
incredible, it made me incredibly horny!

I hadn't had sex since the last night with Matt and because of living in
the barracks again, I had very little privacy to whack off a load so it had
been a long while since my pecker had seen any action except for pissing. I
noticed a change in Janet, too. She was way more affectionate with me than
she'd ever been. Touching my body all over as she talked until my fuckin'
cock was just about to rip out of my jeans. I think she noticed it because
I caught her looking down at my lap and then I saw a knowing little smile
on her face.

The biggest shock, however, was when she leaned over, pressed her lips hard
against mine and her tongue began to demand entrance to my
mouth. Overwhelmed by her actions and the pot, I kissed her back while I
put my arms around her. She seemed like nothing in my arms after Matt, but
I could feel her body pushed up against mine and then I felt her hand
gently rubbing up and down my hard cock where it pressed out my jeans. I
moaned into her mouth. She stood up, took me by the hand and pulled me up
off the couch. She led the way to the upstairs of the house and suddenly
she's opening doors while pulling me along. Pretty soon she finds the one
she wants and pulls me inside what appears to be a darkened bedroom. She
closes the door behind us and locks it. Then she starts to take off her
clothes. I watch in fascination as her body is revealed to me for the first
time. Her breasts are small but standing up with her nipples pointing out
in arousal. He body is soft and curved, not like a guy at all. As she
removes her slacks and underwear, I see that she has no hair covering her
pussy. Just a few wisps over the top.

She walks towards me and grabs hold of my t-shirt, pulling it out of my
jeans and pushing it up with her hands under it sliding up my belly and
chest. I groan at the feeling of her hands on me and she smiles. I pull off
the shirt and then she's opening the belt and button to my jeans. She
slides the zipper down and pulls them down to my knees. My hard, throbbing
cock is trapped in my white briefs and the head is leaking so much
cock-snot that there is a large wet spot or pre- cum that has soaked
through. She takes her hand and she gently strokes up my erection and again
I groan. Again she smiles.

She pulls me over to the bed and then she lies down and spreads her legs. I
practically rip off my underwear and get into the bed, face down, covering
her body with mine. She reaches up and puts her arms around my neck and
pulls me down into a deep kiss. Her tongue is running in and out of my
mouth as mine does the same to hers. I am more turned on that I ever
imagined I could be by a woman. I slide down her body and take first one
and then the other of her breasts into my mouth. I suck on the nipples,
worrying them with my tongue and teeth. She yelps but grabs my head to keep
my mouth pressed to her nipple.

I moved down further, tracing my tongue against her skin. It is soft, she
is soft - not hard and angular like a guy. This difference is exciting to
me. As my mouth dips lower, I encounter the opening to her vagina. The
smell of her is very different! Not unpleasant, just different.  Somewhere
in the back of my drug fogged brain, I wonder to myself if she 'tastes'
different as well. I proceed to lick my way down the outer lips of her
vagina to see. Yes, she tastes different as well. Again, not bad, just
different. I begin licking deeper into her opening. I can hear her moaning
and now she's clutching my head, directing my tongue where she wants it to
go. I encounter her clit. I've never seen one before, but I sure heard
about them from other guys when I was growing up. But I'm shocked. It's
like a stiff little cock! I lick around it and Janet goes nuts! Moaning and
groaning and trembling.

Having never been with a woman, I have no fucking idea how sensitive her
clit is nor that she's just had an orgasm! The first, evidently, of many! I
continue to lick as her pussy become wet with juices - not unlike pre-cum
from a guy's cock. She moans and trembles a couple of more times and then
she's pulling me up on top of her again. She reaches down and guides my
cock to the opening in her body. She wants me to fuck her. I, of course,
have no idea what the fuck to do, having only fucked Matt in the ass. But
Janet knew what to do, she positioned me and I just pushed forward
slowly. I know I'm not small and I didn't figure Janet had a lot of
experience with guys. Actually, what I didn't know until later, she had
none! She was a virgin when I shoved my 10 inches deep into her cunt. I
felt some slight resistance about half way up her vagina, but I just plowed
right on through it. Janet gave a sharp cry at that but then quickly
relaxed as I pushed deep inside of her.

Her pussy was way different from Matt's butt. First of all, while it was
tight, it wasn't tight in the same way. I don't know how to describe it,
but it didn't really squeeze my cock they way Matt's talented butt
could. It was wetter however. I sure didn't need any lube. Janet's cunt was
making juice overtime! I started sliding in and out of her on the wetness
while she just held onto my arms and spread her legs wider. I really rammed
her pussy good, used to the freedom of banging a guy's butt. After a while,
I noticed that she was having a little problem with this. Her moans weren't
all moans of pleasure. I slowed down and went in and out more gently and I
could hear her moans immediately change. While I fucked her, her body
trembled uncontrollably three more times - again, I would learn later these
were 3 more orgasms.

I didn't know that it wasn't that easy to get a girl off. Certainly I never
had any trouble getting Janet off many times while I fucked her. But I was
getting real close myself. Without even thinking that I had not worn a
rubber and I doubted, since she was a virgin, that she was on the pill, I
just shot load after load of my evidently very potent Marine Corps spoonge
up her pussy and right into her very fertile womb. That one fuck, as far as
we could tell, conceived my son, Troy.

I collapsed on top of her, almost dead to the world, but Janet wanted more
attention. She wanted to be kissed and held, so I did. Then we finally
curled up together and went to sleep. When I woke up it was just about
dawn. I looked down at Janet sleeping naked next to me. I was still a
little bit stoned and my cock, as usual was hard as a rock. Then last night
all started coming back to me and I realized that I had fucked her! I had
fucked a girl! Worse, I felt I had been unfaithful to Matt in some way.

I didn't know what to do. I lay there with my mind racing. I liked
Janet. She was a good friend.  But I didn't love her. I loved Matt. I
guessed there was nothing really wrong with fucking Janet, Matt and I never
promised to be faithful to one another. After all, we were both guys. Guys
tend to be 'horndogs', ready and willing to fuck a tight hole and to hell
with who's it happened to be.  Sex was sex. Didn't mean nothin'. But I knew
that females didn't feel that way about it at all!  What had happened here
last night could mean that Janet felt like I belonged to her. Fuck! What a
fucking disaster! Of course, I didn't know what a REAL fucking disaster it
was until much later.

As all this was screaming through my mind, Janet woke up. She smiled a very
lazy smile at me and reached up and pulled me down over her again. She put
her mouth to mine and we kissed.  They say, and very accurately, that a
hard dick has no conscience. I could feel her soft body pressing against me
and her pussy rubbing against my already very hard cock. I moaned into her
mouth as she reached down and began to stroke it. I put my hand down
between her legs and started to stroke up and down her opening. Almost
instantly she was wet again and when I gently touched her clit, she
shivered in my arms and moaned. She spread her legs and pulled my cock down
and pointed right at her pussy opening. I didn't need an engraved
invitation! I sank my cock all the way into her wet, hot cunt.

I had to admit, it felt good. But, then again, any warm, wet hole felt good
to my cock. Especially in the morning! I began to slowly fuck her,
remembering from last night that I couldn't be as rough with her as I could
a guy. That was one thing that I never liked about fucking Janet. I could
never really let go! I had to be careful because my size and length were
uncomfortable for her if I fucked her too forcefully. All I ever heard from
Matt was "fuck me HARDER!". I much preferred that. But I was slowly fucking
her and it was feeling good. I noticed her moaning and trembling again
several times while I moved towards orgasm. As I reached the point of no
return, I lost control and started to fuck her harder. I could hear her
grunts as my cock slammed into her pussy and I shot several more very
potent loads into her.

She grabbed my neck and pulled my face down to hers. She kissed me deeply
and then I felt her trembling again and her pussy undulating around my
still spurting cock. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues played hide
and seek with each other. I held her as she gradually came down from her
orgasm. Then she looked up at me and smiled.

"Wow! You are good!" she said.

"I am?" I asked.

She giggled at my confusion. Having never done this with a woman before, I
had no idea if it had been as satisfying for her.

"Yes. You are! Very good." she said.

"Did you get off?" I asked, still in the dark where all this was concerned.

"Yes, silly! Several times! Didn't you feel it?" she asked.

"Well...I felt you tremble several times. Was that it?" I asked.

"Yes. That was 'it'." She grinned.

"Oh. I didn't know. I've never done this before." I said, thinking to
myself 'with a woman'.

"Neither have I." she said quietly.

"You mean you were a...a..." I couldn't get the word out.

"Yes, I was a virgin." she said.

"God! I'm sorry! If I'd known I would never have...uhh...you know." I said.

"You'd never have fucked me?" she grinned.

"Yeah." I said.

"It's ok, Eric. I wanted you to! I always promised myself that I wouldn't
have sex until I found a guy that I really loved. I really love you." she
said.

Oh shit! This is just what I didn't want to happen! I didn't want her
falling in love with me! I didn't love her. I liked her. I liked her a lot
but I was in love with Matt. Nothing was going to change that. What the
hell was I supposed to do now?

"I love you, too." I lied so smoothly that I shocked the shit out of
myself.

Well, here I was. Typical fucking male horndog! I remember hearing guys in
high school who were getting laid talking about lying to girls about how
they loved them just to get a piece of ass!  I never thought I'd ever hear
myself doing it! But my motives weren't about getting a piece of ass. Hell!
I'd already gotten it! Twice! To tell the truth, while the fucking was
nice, I could do without fucking another woman the rest of my life and not
feel any great loss in it. No, what I really didn't want to do was hurt
Janet. I could tell that, even though this was really no big deal to me, it
was to her.

We lay there for a while longer and then we got dressed and I drove her
home. I made up some fucking excuse about having to be back on base and I
left. I didn't go back to the base, of course, I was on a weekend pass. I
drove my truck out of town and headed south along the coast road until I
reached Solana Beach. I parked the truck and got out and sat on the beach
for a while. For a Saturday, it was deserted. But, then again, it was
rather cool.

I sat there for a long time just thinking about what had happened. I'd
fucked Janet. Not once, but twice. I'd lied to her and told her that I
loved her. I was really fucking up my life and I didn't see any way out of
it other than just breaking things off now and hurting her badly. That was
something I didn't want to do. But I didn't know what else to do, except
continue on. And where the fuck would that lead? I missed Matt so badly. I
wanted him here. I wanted him in my arms. I wanted his arms around me! I
wanted to smell his warm, masculine body and to make love to him again.

I don't know how long I sat there but I finally realized two things. The
sun was very low on the horizon and I was no longer alone. Sitting maybe 30
feet from me on the beach was another guy.  He looked to be about my age
and build. I knew he wasn't a Marine because he had long, blond hair past
his shoulders. He was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and baggy shorts like
surfer's wear.  He looked the epitome of a California surfer-dude. I could
see he had not only a very good body but a very handsome face. My cock
started to stiffen in my jeans! 'Oh, shit!' I thought. 'As if my fuckin'
cock hasn't cause enough trouble today already!'. I figured that I ought to
leave but I just couldn't bring myself to for some reason. I liked looking
at this beautiful surfer and my mind started to fantasize what I would like
to do to him and have him do to me.

I continued to look at him and he turned his head until our eyes
met. 'Fuck! Busted!' I thought to myself. But the guy smiled a very sweet
smile at me. I smiled back. He then stood up and I could see that my
estimates had been right. He was just about my height. He walked over and
plopped back down on the sand next to me.

"Marine?" he asked, more a statement than a question.

"Yeah. It shows, huh?" I answered.

"Yeah. The haircut gives it away." he smiled.

"Awful hard to hide that." I smiled back.

"My name's Jason" he said, sticking out his hand.

"Eric." I said taking his.

Nice firm handshake but we held it a little longer than was necessary. My
cock started to really bone then! I wondered if Jason had any of the same
thought running through his head that I did.

"What part of the south are you from?" Jason asked me.

"Georgia." I said. "I guess that shows, too?"

"I can hear it in your voice. I like southern accents. They're sexy." he
said, looking deep into my eyes.

Whoa! This kid didn't hold back, did he! Cut right to the chase!

"Thanks." I grinned, looking away because I couldn't take the intensity of
his beautiful blue eyes.

I was blushing, I knew from the heat I felt in my face. Jason just sat
there grinning at my embarrassment.

"You're really cute when you blush." Jason said quietly.

I looked back at him, I'm sure the shock showed on my face. I'd never been
approached by another guy like this. Hell! I'd never really been approached
by anybody like this! I didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm not usually this forward. I
think I'd better go." he said, starting to get up.

I reacted fast enough to grab his arm.

"Please, don't go." I said and I could hear pleading in my voice.

He sat back down. My hand still had hold of his arm and he moved it until
his hand was resting on my thigh. I could feel the heat of his touch and my
cock was straining to get out of my pants! I wanted this surfer. I wanted
him more than anything right at that moment. I wanted another guy! I wanted
to feel what I felt with Matt!

"You aren't one of those Marines who likes to beat up queers are you?" he
said, hesitantly.

I looked him in those beautiful eyes and let go of his arm. I bought my
hand up around the back of his neck and pulled his face up to mine. Then I
pressed our mouths together hard and my tongue was demanding entrance to
his mouth. He opened to me and my tongue surged inside, tasting his mouth
while he moaned and sucked on my tongue. His breath smelled heavily of beer
but he was far from drunk. I could also smell the scent of him - male sweat
and the tang of the sea. He'd been in the ocean sometime today. I pulled
back from the kiss, not letting his head go.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" he breathed.

I kissed him again and his hands started moving all over me - my shoulders,
my chest, my arms - all became objects of his exploration. I could feel the
wetness in my jeans as my cock leaked cock- honey like a faucet. I was so
turned on to this guy!

"Is there someplace we can go and get naked together?" I asked him, my
accent making it sound more like 'nekkid'.

"Oh! Fuck, yeah! I'd love to get 'nekkid' with you, Marine!" he said, his
eyes dancing with lust.

"It's Eric." I said, reminding him.

"Ok, Eric. My van's parked right over there. It's got beer in the cooler
and a bed in the back.  That suit you?" he asked.

"That would suit me just fine, Jason." I said.

He led me to a white panel van. We got in the front doors and then passed
through a curtain to get in the back. I saw Jason throw a switch on the
dashboard before we went back and I saw light suddenly spill through the
slit in the curtain. When I ducked my head through, I couldn't believe the
site I saw! The walls and floors of the back of the van were covered in
thick shag carpeting and there was a large bed raised from the floor of the
van on a platform with drawers beneath it.  A stereo system was built into
one of the side walls and there was even a small television with a VCR
built into it hanging from the ceiling. The back windows were covered with
Venetian blinds which were closed to provide complete privacy inside the
back of the van.

Jason stretched out on the bed and I joined him. I took him in my arms and
we started kissing each other while running our hands all over each other's
bodies. But I wanted him naked! I wanted to see him completely. I pulled on
his t-shirt and he held his arms up, allowing me to pull it from his
body. The masculine scent of the sweat in his underarms hit me and, before
he could put his arms down, I buried my nose in one of his fragrant pits. I
inhaled a deep breath of his scent which sent thrills through me! The
masculine odor of him was spinning through my brain like an aphrodisiac,
making my cock harder by the second. My tongue leapt out and I began to
lick and nuzzle in his pit, getting his sweat and musk all over my face.

"That's it, dude! Lick my funky pit out! Get all that funk!" he moaned.

I moved to the other one, leaving it as wet with my saliva. Then I moved
down and sucked at his very hard nipples. This boy was definitely turned
on! I loved it! I pulled back and he was tugging at my t-shirt. I let him
take it off me and just as I had, he buried his face in one of my pits. I
could hear his deep breathing as he inhaled my scent.

"Ahh, fuck! Eric, dude! You smell so fuckin' good!" he moaned and then
began to lick my pit out and to rub his face in my dark pit hair.

While he was so engaged, I slid one of my hands down his body, across his
washboard abs, until I reached the elastic waistband of his baggy shorts. I
slid my hand inside and encountered his pubic hair and his rigid cock. He
was wearing no underwear making this all so much easier. I slid my hand
down the shaft of his cock - it was huge! I figured at least eight to nine
inches and very thick. He was cut and the head of his cock was a large
helmet with a thick flange around the edge.  He moaned as I stroked him and
then reached down and pushed my hand away.

"Don't, dude! I don't wanna cum this fast!" he moaned.

"Why, can't you cum again?" I asked, grinning down at him.

"Fuck, yeah! I can cum three or four times. I just don't want to do it in
my pants! Let's get these fuckin' clothes off!" he said and crawled off the
bed and pulled off his baggy shorts. I pulled off my boots and my jeans but
Jason wanted to pull my underwear off himself. He slid them down and got
his first real look at my cock.

"Fuck, dude! You are fuckin' HUNG!" he said in awe when he saw my cock.

"You've just about as big." I told him.

"No way, Dude! You got at least two inches on me and you're a lot fuckin'
thicker!" he said, not able to tear his eyes away from my cock.

I saw him licking his lips so I lay down on the bed and spread my legs,
offering my crotch to him.  He crawled up between my legs and took his cock
in his hand and started stroking it while he looked up at me and smiled. He
then buried his face in my sweaty crotch and I could hear him snorting the
raunch he found there.

"Fuck, Dude! You smell like pussy!" he said, surprise lighting his eyes as
he looked up at me.

Oh, fuck! I'd forgotten! I hadn't showered since I fucked Janet! I didn't
know if this was going to cause a problem or not.

"Yeah. Sorry. I fucked a girl last night and this morning. I forgot I
hadn't taken a shower." I said.

"No problem, dude! I love pussy, too! Fuck, I love SEX, man! I don't care
who it's with! I love tastin' a dude's cock when it's been fuckin' pussy! I
even love tastin's a dude's cock when it's been up a nice asshole! My
favorite is sucking another dude's cum out of a girl's pussy before I fuck
her!" he grinned and then proceeded to gobble my cock right down to my
pubic hairs!

I couldn't believe the talent at cocksucking he had! He could bury my
entire bone in his throat with no problem. I could feel the muscles in his
throat massaging the head of my cock as he bobbed up and down on it. His
tongue was in constant motion, licking the underside of my cock. I was in
heaven and heading towards a huge eruption when he pulled off my cock
completely. He then licked down to my balls, snorting my ball-sweat and
musk and then licking them and sucking them into his mouth. I moaned when
he did this the feeling was so intense.

But Jason didn't stop there. He pushed my legs up until my raunchy
ass-crack was visible to him and then buried his nose in my ass-trench and
began to sniff up and down my crack. I could hear him moan as he snorted my
ass-sweat and musk. His tongue quickly followed his nose and he was licking
up and down my butt, pausing to lick out my hole and to shove his tongue
all the way up my hole, eating out the inside of my butt. I lay there
moaning and urging him on.

"Oh, fuck! Eat my butt! Suck out my hole, man! Get your tongue all the way
up my hole!" I moaned as Jason continued to savage my butt with his mouth
and tongue.

"Fuck, you smell good! You smell and taste like a man ought to!" Jason
moaned, pulling his face away from my butt for a moment.

Then he dived right back in and was tongue fucking me again. I lay there
moaning while he ate out my butt. My cock was so hard it was leaking
cock-snot all over my belly and I was afraid I was going to lose my load
any minute. Finally Jason came up for air and moved back up, licking my
balls and then right up my cock. He looked up at me.

"I want you to fuck me with this monster, dude! I want you to shove this
huge cock up my butt and ream me out good!" he moaned, his eyes boring into
mine.

"No problem!" I said.

I moved over on the bed and Jason lay down on his back. I got on top of him
and pressed my mouth to his. I could smell my ass on his mouth and face and
it turned me on more. I moved down, sucking on the skin on his neck until I
was on his muscular chest and gnawing at his nipples. He arched his back
and pressed them hard into my mouth. I moved down his body and buried my
nose in his wiry, blond pubic hair, inhaling the sweat, dried piss and musk
I found there.  There was an obvious salty odor there that again told me he
had been in the ocean that day, but he had sweated enough that his
masculine odors were overpowering!

I took his cock in my mouth and tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum. I
sucked him deep inside my mouth and ran my tongue all over the shaft and as
much of the head of his cock as my tongue could get to. He moaned at the
attention and writhed on the bed. I let his cock slip from my mouth and
moved down to his sweaty balls. I licked and sucked at them for a few
moments but I was 'just passing through' on my way to his succulent
bubble-butt. I pushed his legs back and he grabbed them beneath his knees
so that I had a clear shot at his butt-crack. It was hairless and the pouty
hole was pink and throbbing. I ran my nose up and down it, inhaling all the
wonderful masculine scents there. I loved butt! Male butt! The scent, the
feel, the taste! I just couldn't get enough. And it had been so long!

I ran my tongue up and down his trench, reveling in the smooth skin and the
tangy taste of his butt. I locked my lips around the wrinkled opening of
his body and gently began to lick all the greasy, sweaty musk I found
there. Pushing against the hole with my tongue, it easily opened to me and
I was soon shoving my tongue as far up his ass as it would go and licking
out the inside of his body. He moaned at this attention to his hole.

"Fuck, dude! That's fuckin' awesome! Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Eat out my hole!
Shove your tongue up my butt! Get me ready for that big fuckin' cock of
yours!" he begged as I continued to feast at his love hole.

I reluctantly pulled my face out of his hole. I couldn't take any more. I
had to shove my cock in this hole! I had to fuck this hole, fuck it hard! I
had to fuck it NOW!

"You got any lube?" I asked Jason.

"Yeah! In the middle drawer under the bed." he panted.

I turned around and reached down to where the drawer was, I opened it and
there was a bottle of some clear liquid. I opened the top and squeezed some
out in my hand. It was very slick and a lot better than Vaseline! I lubed
up his hole, quickly shoving one, two and then three fingers up his
hole. It was obvious that he was no stranger to getting fucked the way his
hole readily opened to my fingers. I lubed up my own cock and put it at the
entrance to his hole. I grabbed his legs and held them out with my hands. I
pushed forward and my cock slid right into his hot, wet hole until I was
buried all the way in his butt.

I stopped there a minute, not to let him get used to my cock as he
obviously didn't need that. I stopped to just enjoy the feeling of his ass,
tight around my cock, massaging it with the muscle contractions of his shit
chute. This was more like it! This was a hole to fuck! And so I did. I
didn't bother taking it easy with him. I started pounding his hole hard
almost from the very first.  He loved every minute of it! He was laying
there moaning and telling me what a good job I was doing.

"Fuck, yeah! Dude! Pound my ass! Yeah! Shove that cock hard up my butt!
Fuck! Gimme that Marine cock! Make me feel it!" he moaned and thrashed on
the bed, shoving his butt up to meet every hard thrust I made into his
hole.

The raunchy scent of our sweating male bodies and the fucking that I was
laying into his ass rose up in my nose and it was better than any drug! I
was lost in the fuck-lust of his hot fucking ass, his hot fucking body and
the maleness of it all! There was no comparison for me between fucking a
male and a female! Gimme a male's hot butt and hard body anytime!

I leaned over as I pounded his butthole and we kissed deeply, moaning into
each other's mouths. I wanted this to go on forever, but I knew it
couldn't. I could already feel the tingle in my balls telling me that my
balls were good to go with a huge load to shoot up his butt. I pounded his
ass a few more times and then I felt his chute grabbing tight to my cock
and then I heard him let out a scream.

"Fuck! I'm cummin' man! I'm shootin'! Fuck my ass!" he screamed as his cum
shot out between our chests and abs.

That's all it took for me! I buried my bone deep in his butt one last time
and then shot off again and again, filling his hole with so much cum that I
could feel it squirting out around where my cock was buried in his butt. I
collapsed on top of him, my cock never going soft in his ass, but
continuing to have occasional 'after-quakes' sending more of my hot, Marine
spoonge up his hole.

I finally pulled out and lay on my back on the bed next to him, gathering
my breath. My cock was still hard but dripping with my cum and his ass
juices. He leaned over and took it in his mouth, cleaning it off while I
lay there an moaned.

His mouth on my cock was making me tingle and I knew it wasn't cumming I
needed. I needed to take a piss really bad.

"Hey, Jason. Let me up. I gotta take a piss really bad!" I said.

"You don't have to get up for that!" he said, giving me a wicked grin.

Oh, fuck! I couldn't believe this! He wanted my piss!

"You sure?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah! I wanna drink your fuckin' piss, Eric!" He said, and I could
tell he was absolutely serious.

"Then have at it!" I said, laying my head back down and letting my muscles
relax.

Jason took the head of my cock into his mouth and I started pissing into
him. I could feel him swallowing load after load of my hot, yellow juice. I
pissed and pissed into Jason's eager mouth. I had a huge load of piss but
he handled every bit of it, never missing even a drop. When he finished my
cock was soft and he let it slip from between his lips.

"Fuck that was hot!" he said, looking at me, his eyes shining. "Hot fuckin'
Marine piss!"

"So do you have to piss?" I asked, giving him a wink.

"Fuck yeah! You want it, man?" he said, moving up the bed until he was
kneeling by my face.

"Yeah, give me your fuckin' hot surfer piss!" I said, taking his cock in my
mouth.

His flow started almost immediately but it was slower and more gentle. I
realized that he had such control that he could gently let his piss out,
making it easier to swallow. I drank from his spout and loved the sweet
taste of his piss. It was very watery. He'd evidently had a lot of beer to
drink that day. I just lay there, sucking down his piss and loving every
minute of it. Jason smiled down at me, obviously loving to watch me
drinking from his cock. Finally his piss ran out. I was almost disappointed
but figured there would be more.

Jason lay down next to me and I took him in my arms. He curled up to me and
we kissed for a while. This got both our cocks hard again and this time we
took our time in a lazy 69, sucking deeply on each other's dicks and taking
a long time to finally work ourselves up to shooting gob after gob of hot,
young, male cum into each other sucking swallowing mouths.

We drank more beer and then we each drank more 're-cycled' beer (as Jason
called it) from each other's cocks. I fucked him two more times, sucking my
loads out of his ass each time. Jason really loved that. We finally
collapsed in each others arms and slept.

The End of Part 20 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 4

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