Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2010 08:41:50 -0500 From: Daniel Patterson Subject: Adult-Youth: Thunder Part 4 Thunder Part 4 I woke up this morning with Brandon's blond head snoring softly against my chest. I have to admit it felt really nice to feel him sleeping next to me. I hadn't shared my bed with anyone since my ex, DJ, moved away about two years ago. Oh, I've had plenty of sex since then, don't get me wrong, but no one had actually spent the night. I slid one arm up and under my head so I could look down at his beautiful form. My other hand gently caressed his back. A blanket covered us from the waist down, exposing his lean upper body resting comfortably against me. His tanned skin was smooth and flawless under my touch. The muscles in his back were firm and strong, and the thought crossed my mind again that his body would only get more and more amazing and muscular as he got older. I, for one, couldn't wait to see it. He stretched in pleasure and his free arm hugged my torso. I felt his eyes open as his lashes moved against the hair on my chest. His head came up with a smile when he saw I was awake and he gave me a quick kiss before resting it against my chest again. "I had the best dream last night," I whispered. "That wasn't a dream," he laughed. "I haven't slept this good in my entire life. You could become a habit, you know?" I laughed at that and kissed the top of his head. "I need to get home," he said, starting to move away from me. "In a minute. Let me hold you for a little while." I pulled him to me, turning onto my side as I did. He rolled back down with his back to me. I slid my arm under his neck and the other wrapped around him and came to rest on his smooth chest. His tight butt was pressed up against my dick, which started to firm up a little. "Good morning," he smiled, resting his head on my big arm while simultaneously reaching back to cup my big dick in his hand. "Didn't this get enough of a workout last night?" "It's gotten more use in the past few days with you than it has in the last six months," I responded, nuzzling the side of his neck. "But I have to save some energy for Sam later today." "So, are we going to hang out when you guys get back, or do I need to make plans with some friends tonight?" "I'd like it if you were here. You'll like Sam, but it'd probably be better to let me get the initial fuck out of the way before you come over." "Why is that?" "Sam can be pretty rough when he has sex. It's his way of venting a lot of his frustration and anger, and he's got a lot of that from spending time in Afghanistan and Iraq. He's been through hell and lost a lot of people that he really cared about; guys under his command, friends that we made when we were in together. It may not be the healthiest outlet, and when we fuck it gets rough and it can hurt, but I love him a lot and if I can be there for him in that way, I'm cool with it. Plus, I can hold my own against him and give it as good as he does." "Damn," he said. "Yeah, after the initial fuck he calms down quite a bit, and actually almost gets tender at times. He doesn't like to show that side of himself, but it does come out occasionally, always with Jenna, and usually with me. And it's awesome if you can get him to cuddle afterwards. His hands are freaking huge and feel so good when he's massaging your back." "He sounds a little scary." said Brandon. "He can be," I agreed, "but I know him better than anyone. I know what he's capable of, good and bad, and there's no one I would rather have by my side; either in a bar fight or in bed." I added with a laugh. "I can't think of anyone on this earth that I trust more than Sam." "I'm familiar with that feeling," he said with a smile. Brandon nestled up against me. Our legs wrapped around each other and we just lied there quietly for a while. I ran my hand up and down his torso, feeling the line dividing his muscular pecs and moving down to his abs and back again. "I love the way your hairy chest feels against my back." he purred. After a few minutes we got up and he headed home. I made some toast real quick and wolfed it down. Then I took a few minutes to clean up our mess from last night. There were cum stains on the carpet in front of the couch, so I sprayed some cleaner on them and let it soak for a bit before I toweled it up. Still naked, I headed down to my basement to get a quick workout in. I had built a small home gym complete with mirrors on the wall and mats on the floor in an unused corner. I pumped out a few sets on the bench, then dropped down to the mats for some push-ups and crunches. As I was doing push-ups, my cock was hitting the floor every time I would go down. It felt so good I started to get hard. I pictured Brandon beneath me, taking my cock deep into his throat as I raised and lowered myself over and over again. I hadn't shown him the gym yet, and I couldn't wait to get him in here and start working out with him. Damn, it was going to be a rough day. I was already horny as hell, but I didn't want to jerk off because I really wanted to wait for Sam that afternoon, and besides, Brandon and I had just had a fuck marathon the day before. I seriously felt like I was twenty instead of thirty-six. I put on some gym shorts, socks, and grabbed my shoes. I thought a run sounded good this morning after my workout. I took off down the block towards Brandon's house. He lived about two blocks away so I set off at a nice and easy pace to warm up. It was going to be a beautiful summer day and the sun was already shining brightly. The sunlight felt awesome on my bare skin. Brandon was outside mowing his yard, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and tennis shoes. I winked at him when I ran by, and he smiled and waved. I noticed the front of his shorts tent up a bit, as well. I headed on down the street, knowing his eyes followed me until I was out of sight. I ran for about an hour, then headed back home to shower. I was getting ready to leave to pick up Sam when the phone rang. "You looked so hot when you ran by I had to go inside and jerk off." laughed Brandon. "I've been wanting to all day, but I'm trying to hold off." I said. "I'm so fucking boned right now." "Just wanted to let you know I'm headed out with some friends so you and Sam can have some alone time." "Don't worry, sexy butt, I'll call and let you know when it's safe to come over." "I can't wait," he whispered. "Have fun, and I'll see you soon." "Have a good time with your friends." I got in my SUV and took off. It took me about an hour and a half to get to the airport. As I parked in the garage I started getting really excited to see Sam. It had been a little over a year since we'd had a chance to hang out, right before he shipped to Afghanistan. We'd only exchanged a handful of emails and one or two phone calls since he left, so I knew we'd have a lot to catch up on. I saw that his flight had already landed, so I waited by the baggage claim area. It got busier and busier as passengers and the people who were there to meet them crowded the large room. I made sure to stand where he could see me as he approached, but I needn't have bothered. I had to laugh as I saw the top of his bald head and the crowd parting like the Red Sea before this six foot four giant as he walked my way. When he came into view, my smile widened as I looked him up and down. He had gotten bigger since the last time we saw each other. He must have been hitting the weights pretty hard. Even with his impressive size, his Dress Blue uniform fit him like a glove. He drew stares and even outright gasps from the people around him. He was the epitome of what a Marine should be. Tall, muscular, and a lot of dangerous. I know some of the guys in his command liked to call him Gunny Brock behind his back because he looked a little like Brock Lesner, the Ultimate Fighting guy, but Sam was far more handsome than that. He made the jarheads in the USMC commercials look like scrawny wimps. The best part was, he was MY Marine. He stopped two feet away from me, a slight sneer on his face. I looked him dead in the eye, snapped to the position of attention, and fired off a sharp salute. He saluted back. We dropped our hands at the same time as a wide smirk crossed his lips. "Looking good, Mike," he said. "Gunnery Sergeant Matthews. Glad you're home." I knew better than to hug him with his uniform on, even though I wanted to so badly. We shook hands. As I let go, he held on and squeezed. I inhaled sharply and looked up at him, eyes wide. His intense gaze met mine, but I couldn't read him. It hit me sharply that I could never really tell what he was thinking. His nostrils flared as he let my hand go while quickly looking away, and then the smile came back like nothing had ever happened. I gave him a curious look, but he had already spotted his bags and walked over to pick them up. I grabbed his sea bag and slung it over my shoulder while he picked up his garment bag. "I wouldn't want you to mess up the uniform," I said, adjusting the heavy bag. We walked back to my SUV in silence. I unlocked the doors and was in the process of throwing his bag into the backseat when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I sat the bag down and turned, and suddenly Sam was kissing me. His hands grabbed each of my shoulders and he pulled me closer to him. I resisted at first. It was a taboo to hug a Marine in uniform for one, and I was totally stunned by his behavior, especially in public. This wasn't like him. I placed my hands on his barrel chest and tried to push him away. I glanced left and right to see if anyone had seen our kiss. There was no one around, but for him to do that? "I missed you," he whispered hoarsely, as though it pained him to say it. "I missed you, too," I replied, still taken aback by this display of emotion. Our foreheads pressed together and I looked into his steely grey eyes. "Are you okay?" Just as suddenly as he had grabbed me, he let me go. I watched him walk to the passenger side of the car, still in shock. I climbed in and started the car. Again, he was back to normal and acting like nothing had happened. "Are you hungry?" I asked him. "Not right now. I ate on the plane. Go ahead and stop if you want something, though." "Let's just head home. I can make us something later." We made small talk the rest of the way home and he seemed fine. I had to admit the kiss was hot, but it was so out of character for him. "So, seeing anyone?" he asked. "Not really," I told him. "I kinda started messing around with one of the neighbors a few days ago. Do you remember that kid that used to ride his bike up and down the street all the time?" "The blond, skinny one?" "Yeah, that's him, but he's not so skinny anymore." `What, you're fucking his Dad or something?" "No, I'm fucking him. His name's Brandon. He's seventeen now." "Holy fuck! That's pushing it a little, don't you think?" "Oh, definitely, but he's hot as fuck. You should see some of the things this kid can do." "Like what," he asked. I proceeded to tell Sam about the sexual adventures Brandon and I had been through in the past few days. I told him about the tree limb falling on him and how I pulled him out of it, and how it started from that. He was very interested to hear that Brandon could fuck and suck himself. "Damn, I'd love to see that," he said, rubbing his hardening cock through his uniform pants. "Well, he's very interested in meeting you," I said, "but look, man, I want you to go easy on him. He's not that experienced with other guys yet. And I told him I wasn't for sure that you'd be interested in bringing another guy in to play with us." "I'm up for it. Trying to broaden my horizons, you know?" he laughed. "Hey, pull over somewhere up here where I can find a place to change. I've been in this uniform way too long." There's a National Park about halfway between my town and the airport, so I pulled in there. There are roads that go deep into the forest so I picked one of those, thinking it would be pretty secluded. I pulled over and we got out of the truck. I walked across the road to take a piss, and when I turned around Sam had already taken off his coat and was sliding his tie off. I watched him unbutton his khaki blouse, his thick fingers nimbly working each button. The white t-shirt he wore underneath was stretched tightly across his magnificent chest. I sucked in a breath. He HAD gotten bigger. My dick started to rise. I continued to watch as he pulled the khaki shirt off completely and sat it on top of his coat. I walked around to the back of the SUV and opened the back hatch. I grabbed the Dress Blue coat and laid it our gently in the back of the truck. The brass buttons shone brightly in the sunlight. I laid his shirt on top of it and waited as he pulled off his pants and handed them to me. Then came the shoes and socks, until he was just dressed in his underwear, t-shirt, and his white dress cap. My dick was leaking hardcore as I looked him over. His legs looked amazing as he flexed them one by one, and his arms were huge beyond belief. One of my favorite things about Sam was that, although he was big and bulky, he was tall enough and his arms and legs were long enough that he never looked stunted. His musculature was beautiful beyond words, like a bodybuilder in the off-season. I'd seen him bulk up now and then, but I don't really like veins popping out everywhere, and he knew that. I was drooling in anticipation for what was coming next as he smiled and started running his hands all over his massive pecs and the six-pack I knew lay underneath the thin material. He lifted up the bottom of the T so I could catch a glimpse of his treasure trail. "Just take the damn thing off," I demanded. "Stop being a fucking tease." I walked over and grabbed the shirt by the neckline and pulled. It tore easily, exposing his shoulder and a good part of his chest. He stiffened noticeably as I smiled at him, my lips coming into contact with his. "What's wrong," I purred as my fingers danced across his smooth skin. I moved my hands lower on his chest and I felt the reason he had stiffened up. I looked down and saw the small circular scar and gasped. This was a bullet wound! I stepped back and saw there were three identical scars stitching a line from the center of his chest diagonally up to his shoulder. I touched each of them, jarred by the way they marred his perfect skin. He took his cap off and stood there with his head down, not saying anything. "Sam?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. "Talk to me. When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me you got shot?" I was starting to get angry with the silent treatment and the fact that he hadn't told me about his wounds, but that quickly evaporated when he looked up at me with a gaze that chilled me to the bone. Gone was the hard, savage Marine, and in his place was a little kid who looked terrified. "Oh my God, man...come here!" I whispered as I pulled him close to me. I'd only seen that look on his face once before, and that was almost eighteen years ago. My arms engulfed his tense body as he leaned into me. His hands rested on my back as he finally seemed to relax. He rested his head on my shoulder, something he had never done before. "I didn't know how to tell you," he whispered in my ear. "And I didn't want you to worry about me." "I always worry about you, dumbass," I told him. "You're kinda important to me, you know." I've never told Sam that I love him, and he's never said it either. `You're kinda important to me' was our way of saying what we both felt for each other. Kinda stupid and macho, but it worked for us. And it snapped him out of it. "Okay, enough of this shit," he said. The Marine was back in control, and I wasn't going to argue with him about this right now. He really seemed okay, at least physically, and I knew better than to bring up the emotion I had just seen in him. Our unusual relationship could be extremely frustrating, but I knew the rules. I was also very happy and grateful to see him. He reached up and ripped the remains of the shirt off, exposing the rest of his chest and body to me. He bent over, sliding his underwear down over his huge quads, then stood up fully as he stepped out of them. `I don't know why you still have clothes on," he said. I shook my head to clear my vision. It had gone cloudy with lust when he stripped down, or all the blood rushing into my penis had suddenly made me light-headed. I couldn't tell which, maybe it was both. "You want this?" he asked, grabbing his big dick and waving it in my direction. His almost nine inches was rapidly hardening as he gave it a few hard strokes. I nodded and started toward him. A strong hand came up and pushed firmly against my hard chest to stop me. "Uh uh," he said. "If you want it, you're going to have to catch it first." He shoved me so hard I almost fell over. When I caught myself, all I could see was his huge frame and lily-white ass running fast into the woods. I quickly lost sight of him as I struggled to get my shirt and pants off as I ran after him. Finally free of my clothes and loving the feel of being naked in the woods, I ran ahead for a bit and stopped. I listened for any sounds he might be making in the woods, but couldn't hear a thing. The tracking skills I learned in boot camp were slowly coming back to me, but he was nowhere to be seen. I jogged around for a few minutes, thinking I'd be able to see him because his white skin should have stood out in sharp contrast to all the green foliage around us, and there wasn't a lot of underbrush in this part of the forest. His camouflage skills were at the level of a master, even butt-assed naked. The fucking bastard. I finally stopped beneath a large oak tree to catch my breath and get my bearings. I wasn't prepared to feel a large arm snake its way quickly around my throat, or to feel a hot, sweaty body pressed up against my back. "Where the fuck...did you come from??" I managed to get out as Sam's bicep flexed against my throat, cutting off a little of my air. He snorted with an evil laugh, breathing heavily on the back of my neck, his teeth nipping at my ear and neck. His massive pecs pressed firmly up against my back, and I could feel the hardness of his dripping cock as it mashed itself against my ass. He didn't say a word as he spit into his hand and smeared it all over his dick. I tried to get my hand up so I could at least get some of my own spit onto my ass, but he squeezed my throat again with a grunt and I dropped it. I gritted my teeth and got ready for the anal assault I knew was coming. He spit into his hand again and this time he smeared it onto my waiting hole. I let out a yelp as the head of his giant cock smashed its way in and inch after brutal inch of it invaded my ass. I closed my eyes and let out a few squeals of pain and pleasure as his half-dry fuckstick worked its way up inside me. Finally I could feel his groin pressed up against my ass. I never felt so full as when Sam was inside me. Brandon's large cock felt fucking amazing, but Sam was thicker. His arm tightened around my neck as he held me in place and started pistoning himself in and out of me. His other hand gripped my by the waist and pulled me onto his raging member. I had to grab onto his beefy arm for support as he rammed into me again and again, almost lifting me off my feet with each titanic thrust. Sweat was dripping from both of us as his grip started to relax a little. I could feel that he was really getting into the fuck, concentrating on the feelings surging along the shaft of his dick as my anal walls clenched and pushed against him. I could tell it had been a while even since he had jerked off. His balls were slamming against the back of my legs, but I could feel them start to tighten up a little. I slid out of his grip and leaned forward, using the tree for support. His hands grabbed my by the hips and he kicked into overdrive. I looked back to see sweat running in rivulets down his barrel chest. His eyes closed and his head jerked backwards, thrusting his chest up and out further. He let out a cry and I moaned as I felt his cock throb inside of me. It swelled up and started to shoot his hot, Marine cum into me. He kept pumping, jizz pouring out of his dick like a faucet, coating his thick shaft and oozing out of my stretched hole to cover his balls and mine as they slammed into each other. He came for what felt like five minutes. He finally finished, bending over at the waist and cradling me in his arms. I luxuriated in the feel of his heaving, sweaty chest sliding against my back as his strong hands played with my chest and tugged on my nipples. Suddenly he pulled his spent cock from my swollen ass, turned me around and pushed me to my knees. I took the head of his still-dripping dick into my eager mouth. He was still mostly hard as I took it all the way to the base, tasting his spunk mingled with my own ass as I did. The taste of his cum was a little bitter, not sweet like Brandon's, but it still tasted amazing. He moaned as I tugged on his balls, and moaned even louder when my fingers found his tight hole. I teased the soft ring of muscle until it started to flutter under my expert touch. I used my fingers to scrape up a bit of his load that my tongue hadn't gotten to yet and used them to lube up his ass so I could play with it more easily. It was Sam's turn to hold onto the oak tree for support as he spread his legs to allow me better access to his ass. I kept a hand on his cock as my mouth zoomed in on his rosebud. It winked at me again as my tongue made contact. His massive body shook as I ran my tongue up and down between the magnificent globes that made up his ass. Even down here he was strong, flexing his glutes to allow me access to his glorious asshole or to push me away so I had to stretch my tongue to reach my target. I slapped his ass a few times to make him stop, which he did. I dove back in head-first, sliding my tongue into his tight bottom. I looked between his legs to see that he had started going down on himself, the top half of his semi-hard dick had disappeared into his hungry mouth. It was time. I spit into my hand and slicked up my dick as I stood up. I thumbed his ass a few times, spitting again to lube it up a bit, then slid my entire eight inches into him in one smooth motion. Sam loved a rough fuck, and I was in the mood to give him one. I was still pissed off that he hadn't let me know that he had been shot so I took it out on his poor ass. I pulled my cock completely from his ass, then rammed it all the way in again. This elicited a groan of pleasure from him, so I did it again. And again. I reached up and grabbed his muscular shoulders and pulled him towards me. We were locked together like bears rutting in the woods, and I was in heaven. Sam clenched his ass muscles around my dick as he started jacking his big cock. I reached around and grabbed his quarter-sized nipples and pulled on them as hard as I could. Our sweaty bodies swayed and bucked against each other as I passed the point of no return. He pushed himself harder and harder back against me as I unloaded shot after shot of my sweet juice into him. This fucking stud of a Marine was taking my cock and loving every minute of it. My hands turned to fists as I came down from my orgasm, and I pounded them against his back as I pushed us both to our knees on the forest floor. I pulled my sticky cock out of his ass and replaced it with my open mouth. As I enclosed the raw circle of flesh, my load started gushing out. I lapped the sweet nectar up greedily. I loved the way my load tasted fresh from Sam's ass, and he loved giving it to me. "Yeah, bitch, give it all up. Let me suck all that hot cum out of you!" Sam hand came out of nowhere and pushed me onto my back. Before I knew what was happening he had an ankle in each hand and his re-energized cock was knocking at my back door. He slid in easily, a glazed look in his eyes as he hit bottom. He quickly focused and stared intently into my face, his expression one of pure passion and lust. He grunted and groaned like an animal as he fucked me. "Oh fuck, Grunt," I moaned, "You're making me feel so fucking good." From where I was laying I could see the bullet scars on his chest. God help me, they actually almost made him sexier to me, completing the rough, rugged look that he always had. I ran my hands up onto his heaving chest, pushing against his solid muscles. He leaned further down on top of me, pulling my face close with one hand so we could kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and I sucked on it like I would a cock. My hands found his big nipples and pulled hard. He bit down on my lip a little and let out a long groan. His hips started to pump into me a little faster and with a little less regularity. I could feel him getting close. I kept up the pressure on his nipples and was rewarded with another huge load from the bottom of his swaying nut sack. I could feel it pumping up the length of his shaft and into my waiting hole. It was one of my favorite sensations in the world. He pulled out and stood up, his cock still dripping hot juice. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet in one easy motion. Sam looked at me for a second, seeming a little uncomfortable, then wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me into a bear hug. I hugged him back, enjoying this display of emotion. He was being really touchy-feely today, and I have to admit it was confusing me even though I loved it. "We should get going," I said, hating to end the embrace. "Its going to start getting dark soon." "Sure thing." he said. "I really needed that fuck...thank you." "I enjoyed it, too, as usual. It's always awesome." I took a few steps, but then realized that I didn't know where my SUV was. I looked back at Sam, and he just smiled and pointed the correct direction. `Asshole," I said, and smacked him on the arm when I walked by him. He pushed me back, which started a walking wrestling match as we headed back to where we had parked.