Date: Mon, 23 Aug 1999 12:31:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dad, the Marine

WARNING:

This is a story containing graphic scenes of male/male sexuality between
men of many ages and relationships. If this sort of thing is illegal where
you live or you're too young or narrow minded to be reading it, then go
back to the Disney Channel where you belong!  This story is not true. Well
.mostly not true. But I'm not going to say which is which.  Any resemblance
to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental - or you overactive, horny
imagination. But the copyright is mine. And you cannot reproduce this story
for any kind of remuneration. You can download it to read and share - but
you can't sell it! Period. By the way, if you like it - email me. But I
warn you, flames will just be ignored so don't even bother.

My Dad, the Marine
by RimPig   1999

Part I

When I was about 5, my parents divorced. And, as usual in these cases, my
mom got custody of their only child - me. My name is Charles Michael
Hewitt. But my friends all call me by my nickname - "Grunt". That's the
nickname my father gave me. He's a United States Marine - Sgt. Michael
Charles Hewitt. He didn't want me called "Junior", so he reversed his names
when they named me.

My Dad was only 18 and mom was 16 when they had me. Seems they were high
school sweethearts and mom got pregnant. Dad didn't really want to get
married (at least that's what mom always told me). He wanted to be a
Marine.  But, he did the 'honorable' thing and married my mom. And, despite
having a wife who was pregnant, he then joined the Corps even before I was
born. I was born in a military hospital on base at Camp Jejune and lived in
base housing until the divorce.

I don't remember a whole lot about those years. But I do remember some of
the other Marines who used to hold me and toss me in the air, which got my
mom mad and my Dad would just laugh. I also remember having my Dad hold me
and I felt so safe in his arms.  Dad always had a certain 'smell' about
him. Nothing offensive, but something that I came eventually to understand
was the smell of a man. I remember liking it a lot. I also remember a lot
of fights. My mom would yell and scream at my Dad until he evidently
couldn't take it anymore and then I'd hear the front door slam and he
wouldn't come back for a long time. This went on for quite a while and then
they finally called it quits and got a divorce. After that, my mom took me
and moved back to Ohio to live with my Grandparents (her parents) on the
family farm.

Even though I missed my Dad something awful, it was great growing up on the
farm. My Grandpa and grandma are great people who took over raising me as
my mom was so young. I learned all about planting and harvesting, taking
care of livestock and, from the time I was 6, I had my own horse to ride. I
spent a lot of my time riding all over the farm.  It was huge, over 1,000
acres with lots of woods and meadows where I could ride and be alone. I
didn't like to spend time with other people, especially kids my own
age. Oh, I went to school, and had a few guys that I hung around with, but
I never got really close to anybody because I knew I was 'different'. I
knew that from the time I was very young. I just didn't understand how
different. That is until I started to grow up.

Now, I'm not deformed or anything. In fact, my mom and grandma keep telling
me how "handsome" I am. Well, I guess I was a pretty cute kid. You see,
I've got this blonde hair and blue eyes which I inherited from my father
and I'm fairly tall for my age. That's like my Dad, too. In fact, my mom
says I look just like him when he was growing up. And the only nice thing
my mom ever says about my Dad was that he was the "most beautiful son- of-a
bitch" she'd ever seen in her entire life.

I didn't have a whole lot of contact with my Dad. He was off all over the
world. Oh, there were letters and presents and stuff like that, but I
didn't get to see him but for one time when I was 12 and he came to Ohio. I
was really thrilled to see him, but I was afraid of him, too. You see, it
was about that time that I'd finally figured out what was different about
me. I knew I was gay. That I liked other guys, not girls like everybody
thinks your supposed to. And the hardest part was, I was instantly and
overwhelmingly attracted to my Dad! He was fucking gorgeous!!! 6'4", with
the same blonde hair and blue eyes that I have and a fucking incredible
body! Muscles everywhere! And the coolest tattoos. Mostly ones announcing
that he was a member of the Marine Corps.

I just didn't know what to do. I knew that my Dad would hate me if he ever
found out about my being gay. Especially if he found out that I was head
over heels in love with him!  And I just knew, if I spent any time around
him, he'd figure it out. And he would think I was some kind of pervert -
especially being so attracted to him!

Anyway, it ended up that I didn't have to worry too much about that. He
only stayed for a couple of hours, during which he and mom managed to have
yet another fight. It was really mom's fault. She started screaming at him
almost the moment he arrived. My Grandparents stepped in and calmed things
down somewhat, but by that time the visit was ruined for me and for him.
So I really got to spend very little time with him. But even while they
fought, I just couldn't take my eyes off him. He was so beautiful, so
manly, so everything I ever fantasized about while I pulled on my cock late
at night. I'd been doing that for a couple of years then.

I figured that I would never have a chance to be close to him. And also
figured that maybe it was for the best. I couldn't stand it if he hated me
for what I was. After all, I couldn't help it. I just was kind of born that
way. It wasn't like I had some choice in the matter. I didn't just wake up
one morning and decide to be gay! I never did anything about it anyway. The
nearest boy lived 3 miles down the road and I wasn't friends with him
anyway. My only friends were the farm animals that I took care of, and my
horse. And my Grandpa. Besides, it wasn't guys my age that I was attracted
to. It was men. Like my Dad.  And I guess, to some extent, my Grandpa.

Grandpa was my closest friend. He was the one who taught me everything
about the farm.  He taught me how to ride and basically taught me what
being a man was all about. How a man was "only as good as his word" and how
you accepted responsibility and lived up to it if you wanted to be
respected. Those are very important lessons. And I loved him almost as much
as I loved my Dad.

I asked Grandpa a couple of times about my Dad, but he didn't seem to want
to talk about him much. I just figured that since mom was his "little girl"
he didn't think too much of my Dad for the way things turned out. But that
just goes to show you how wrong you can be.

When I was 15, everything suddenly changed. My mom decided to get married
again to a guy who was very, very rich. His name was Everett Baxter and his
family owned just about everything around that area of Ohio. Banks, mills,
even the local radio and television station. He and mom evidently fell in
love. But that didn't include me. I didn't like him at all - not from the
first time I set eyes on him. He was rich but, to my mind, he was a phony.
Always going on about all the stuff he owned. I don't think Grandpa and
grandma cared much for him either - especially Grandpa. But my mom was
always headstrong, according to him, and she'd marry this jerk no matter
what. There was just one problem.

The problem was me. You see, not only didn't I like Everett Baxter, he
didn't care much for me either. And since my mom was young enough to have
more children, he didn't want to be raising someone else's child.

At first, my mom figured that I could just go on living with my
Grandparents at the farm, but they quickly put a stop to that thinking.
While they loved me very much, they told her that while they weren't old
(Grandpa was only 49) they were too old to be raising a kid - especially a
teenager. They were the one's who first suggested that I did have a father
and that maybe the time had come for him to raise me.

I had heard an old saying that Grandpa sometimes used: "I didn't know
whether to shit or go blind." but I never understood what it meant until
that moment! Send me to live with my father? The man who I jacked off over
every night? The man I was completely, totally and utterly in love with?
And who I feared more than any other person on the face of the earth? What
a fucking dilemma!

I didn't know what the hell to do. I considered the possibility of running
away but, where would I go? I'd never been more than 20 miles from the farm
in my whole life. And even I realized I was only 15 and couldn't very well
make a life for myself. I remember the afternoon that my mom finally told
me that she had contacted my Dad and that I would be going to live with him
in California. I was so shocked I just walked out of the house and kept
going. I finally ended up in the barn, face down on a load of hay, crying
my eyes out.  That's where Grandpa found me and took me in his arms and
held me until I could get control of myself.

Finally, my tears stopped, and Grandpa started to talk to me in a way he'd
never done before.

"I know you don't know your Dad too well, Grunt, but you have to understand
something about him. Your Dad fought very hard at the time of the divorce
to get custody of you.  He loves you very much. And the reason that you
haven't only seen him but one time is because he got so tore up inside over
losing you in the divorce and then over wanting you with him when he
finally saw you here, that he never could stand to come back. And, of
course, the way your mom treated him when he was here wasn't very good
either. Now, you know she's my little girl and I love her, but I think she
made a big mistake divorcing your Dad. And I think she's making an even
bigger one marrying this Baxter, but I can't do anything to stop her. I
just want you to know, your Dad loves you more than you can ever know and
he's very happy about having you come to live with him. So there's nothing
to be afraid of."

"Oh, Grandpa!" I said, "I am afraid of him! You say that he loves me, but
he doesn't even know me! What if he doesn't like me, doesn't like who I am?
What do I do then?"

"Grunt, there's something you will learn someday. Parents never stop loving
their children, no matter what they do, no matter who they are. They may
not like what their children do, and it may hurt them, but they never stop
loving them. And your Dad's no different. There's nothing that you could do
that would make your Dad stop loving you.  Nothing."

"But Grandpa, you just don't understand! My Dad's a Marine. And if he ever
finds out about me, he'll have to hate me!"

Oops! That was my big mistake. I didn't want to tell Grandpa my secret, but
now I didn't have much of a choice - thanks to me and my big mouth!

"What do you mean, Grunt? What could your Dad possibly find out about you?
What is it that you think is so bad about yourself?"

I didn't know what to say at that point. I've never been much of a liar. My
Grandpa had always taught me that telling the truth is the most important
thing a man could ever do.  And that no man should ever degrade himself by
not owning up to anything that he had done. Now, up until this time, I'd
never actually "done" anything. But my fantasies were enough. So I really
had no choice but to confess everything to my Grandpa. I figured he'd end
up hating me as well, but at least I wouldn't lie to him. So I told him all
about what I had figured out but I did leave out the part about how I felt
about my Dad.

Rather than getting angry or disgusted, Grandpa got a very strange look on
his face. Like he was in some kind of emotional turmoil. I just figured he
was trying to find some way not to hate me. But what he said was something
I never expected to hear.

"Look, Grunt" my Grandpa said, "You've got nothing to be ashamed of. Those
feelings are real normal. They often happen to boys your age. And sometimes
they change as you get older. But even if they don't, that's OK, too! Your
grandma and I will always love you no matter what. And I have a feeling
your Dad won't have any problem either. You just wait and see."

"But, Grandpa!" I cried, "Dad's a Marine! They don't allow gays in the
Marines! I could never be the kind of man he'd want me to be!"

"Well, I know that's what you might think, Grunt, but that ain't exactly
the truth. They got plenty of guys in the Marines who like other guys. And
some of them like other guys and girls, too. There's a lot of different
types of men in the world, Grunt, and things aren't always as simple as you
might think. I understand what you're feeling though. You see, I've had
those feelings myself."

I was totally shocked!!

"You, Grandpa!?!? You've had feelings for other guys?"

"Yep! And when I was about your age, too. Lot's of times, me and some of
the other guys would get together and help each other get off. It felt
good. And we didn't have any other outlet in those days. Except for sheep."
he chuckled.

I knew Grandpa was kidding about the sheep - at least I hope he was - but I
was completely blown away by his confession of having had sex with other
boys. I pressed on.  I had to know about what went on.

"Grandpa, what did you do? How do guys have sex with each other? I mean,
other than just jacking off? "

"Well, Grunt, this isn't exactly the 'talk' I'd planned to have with you,
and it looks like I waited a bit too long to have it anyway. But there are
a number of pretty fun things that guys can do together. Did you ever hear
of 'blowjobs'?"

"I've heard some of the guys talk about them at school. They must be really
something else they way all they guys talk about them. The most I can
figure out is that it has something to do with sticking your cock in
somebody's mouth."

"Yep, Grunt, that's about it. Except that the person who has your cock in
their mouth sucks on your cock and makes it feel really good. A lot better
than jacking off."

By this time, being 15 and horny all the time anyway, I had the hardest
boner I can ever remember having. So hard that I had a large wet spot on
the front of my jeans where all the pre-cum I was producing had already
soaked through my underwear. And when I looked down at Grandpa, I could see
the outline of a pretty large boner in his jeans as well. I wanted so bad
to see what it looked like! Oh, I'd seen Grandpa naked plenty of times when
we would go skinny-dipping in the lake in the woods, but I had never seen
him hard. In fact, I'd never seen any male hard, except me. And I saw that
practically all the time now.

"Did you ever give anybody a blowjob, Grandpa?" I asked, very quietly,
almost afraid to utter the words.

"Sure did, plenty of times. In fact, I still do! You see, Grunt, some of my
old friends and I still get together for some 'men-fun' now and again, just
like we did when we were horny teenagers. It don't hurt nothin' and it
feels real good!"

About this time, I thought I would faint dead away! Here was my Grandpa,
the man I most respected in my life, admitting to me that he has been
giving blowjobs to other guys since he was my age! I just couldn't believe
it. But I knew that there was one thing in the world that I wanted right
then and there! I wanted to get a blowjob and, more importantly, I wanted
to learn how to give one.

More importantly, the cock I most wanted to suck on at that moment was
Grandpa's!  You see, his cock had been a major part of my jackoff fantasies
for a long time, beings as it was the first cock other than my own I'd ever
seen. I'd seen a lot of other guys recently when I entered high school in
the showers in gym class, but none of them were even as big as me. Having
measured it religiously since I was about 10, I knew that my cock was a
little over 8 inches when I was hard and it was still growing. I also knew
that Grandpa's was about 5 inches long when it was soft and very fat with a
long foreskin covering the head. Grandpa was uncircumcised, just like I
am. He also had blonde hair and blue eyes just like my Dad and me.

But I figured that Grandpa wouldn't be interested in a kid like me. But I
was hoping just the same, that I would at least get to see his cock hard
and maybe have him tell me what I was supposed to do in order to give
someone a really good blowjob.

I was right about all that, except the first part. Grandpa reached over and
put his hand on my boner and just kind of 'pressed' on it. The thrill that
went through me at having someone else touch my cock caused me to let out a
moan of pleasure. I quickly reached over and felt Grandpa's hardon. It felt
hot, even through his jeans. And did it ever feel HARD!

Grandpa leaned down and started to kiss my cheek. I turned and met his lips
with mine and started to press my tongue against his lips forcing them to
part for me to explore his mouth. I'd learned about "French kissing" from
guys at school, but this was my first chance to experience it for
myself. When Grandpa's tongue pushed mine back and started exploring my
mouth, I thought I would lose my load of pent-up cum right there. But I
managed to hold on.

I felt his hand start to go up inside my shirt, gliding gently across my
hairless stomach and chest. He quickly found my nipples and he began to
'tweak' them gently. This caused my boner to become even harder, something
I would not have thought possible! Then he pulled back from me and said,

"Let's get out of these clothes, Grunt, so that we can be more
comfortable."

That was just about the best idea I'd heard all day! I really wanted to see
Grandpa naked and I really wanted access to his body without all those
clothes on. I quickly got up and got naked so fast that even Grandpa took
notice!

"Well, ain't you the eager one!" he said, laughing and pulling off his
boots and socks..

The real reason I wanted to get naked so fast, quickly became apparent. I
wanted to help get Grandpa naked. I kneeled down and undid his belt and
popped the top button on his jeans as Grandpa pulled his T-shirt over his
head. I carefully lowered the zipper finding it rather awkward to do that
to someone else's pants. But then I was in for a surprise.  Rather than
underwear that I expected, Grandpa was wearing a jockstrap. And one that
was seemed really old and worn. It was certainly straining to contain what
was evidently a huge cock - bigger than mine. And I could see lots of
Grandpa's pubic hair sticking out around it. I looked up from where I was
kneeling and was mesmerized by Grandpa's body.  Grandpa was about 6 foot
tall and had not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He had lots of muscles
from all the hard work on the farm and a beautiful chest full of blonde
hair covering very well developed pec's and nipples that stood out when
aroused, like now, like little pink pencil erasures. His arms were massive
and also covered with hair and there was a trail of hair leading from his
chest right down the middle of his washboard stomach to his dark blonde
pubic hair.

I don't know exactly why I did it, but I felt this overwhelming urge to
press my nose into Grandpa's jockstrap and when I did, my nose was filled
with the most wonderful smells!  Real manly smells of sweat, cock, balls
and a male musk that I recognized from my own uncut cock. The kind of smell
that says there's this white stuff under the foreskin that's there unless
you wash your dick constantly. White stuff, that I later heard called
'smegma', that I would love to get on my finger and smell while I jacked
off and which I already knew tasted good, too.  All these scents rushed to
my head and I reeled at the intensity of it all. Nothing like that odor of
male animal, outside a hit of really good poppers, can ever give me that
kind of rush!

Grandpa put his hand behind my head and pushed my nose farther into his
smelly jock.

"Yeah, boy! Get a good whiff of that jock. Lick it, boy! Lick my ripe jock,
Grunt! Lemme feel your tongue on my cock and balls, boy!"

And lick I did! His jock was soon soaked in my saliva and I took to sucking
it out, too. I got the taste of sweat and pre-cum and what was probably
some piss that had dripped in the fabric. I thought maybe I would be
grossed out by it, but it just turned me on all the more - as if that was
possible.

I knew I was going to blow my load any second and so did Grandpa. And he
wasn't going to waste my boy-juice all over the hay! He gently put his
hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. Thinking back, I knew
immediately how strong he was because I wasn't small by any stretch of the
imagination. I was 5'11" tall and weighed 185 from working out with weights
and from all the work I'd been doing on the farm all my life.

Grandpa took me in his arms and hugged me. We stood there for a few
minutes, grinding our cocks into each other's stomachs and then Grandpa got
down on his knees in front of me. My cock was standing up straight and hard
and my balls were pulled up as far as they could go on both sides of my
cock. It was obvious that it wasn't going to take much for me to start
shooting cum like a geyser! I heard Grandpa sniffing at my cock and balls
and then I felt his warm, wet tongue begin to lick at them. I couldn't help
myself, I let out a groan that I thought could be heard in the next county!
But that was nothing! Next, Grandpa pulled down my foreskin and started
licking all over the wet, red head of my cock. He licked up the pre-cum I
was drooling in what seemed like gallons and then started licking around
under the head of my cock, smelling and eating all the smegma built up
there over a day.

Then Grandpa slowly started taking my cock into his warm, wet mouth. He
started going down on it and I watched it completely disappear deep into
his throat! The feeling of his hot, tight throat threw me over the edge! I
started cumming like I had never cum before in my entire life. Grandpa
never let go. He just pulled back some and took all my cum in his mouth,
tasting and swallowing while I dumped load after load of hot, teenage cum
into his warm, sucking mouth! It was a feeling I will never forget! And one
I try to duplicate as often as I can!

"AWWWWW, F-U-U-U-U-U-U-C-K!!!" I screamed as I came. Luckily, Grandpa had
hold of my thighs in his big hands and I had hold of his massive shoulders
or I would have fallen backwards from the rush of my orgasm. Gradually I
calmed down and my cock became too sensitive to stay in Grandpa's wonderful
mouth. But it never went down. It stayed almost as hard as it had been when
I was cumming.

Grandpa finally pulled off and looked up at me. He smiled, licked his lips
and I could see the twinkle in his eye as he said,

"Nice fuckin' language, boy! And you sure do have tasty ball-juice, too!"

I would have started laughing, but I had only one thing on my mind at that
moment. I wanted to eat Grandpa's cock and taste his cum. Now, I was no
stranger to the taste of cum, having eaten my own ever since I started
making it. I smiled and said,

"I want to do you, Grandpa! Please?"

"I was kinda hoping you'd say that, Grunt!" Grandpa laughed.

He stood up and pulled down his jock until it fell around his ankles and he
kicked it off to where his other clothes lay in a pile with mine. His huge
cock swung up and slapped his hard stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum on
his abs. I quickly got down on my knees and began sniffing his cock and
balls, just like he had done to me. That smell made my cock start dripping
just like I hadn't cum just about 2 minutes before! I reached out my tongue
and started licking his large nuts. They hung below his massive cock in
their wrinkled bag covered with hair. The taste of the sweat and sex-lube
dripping from Grandpa's cock almost had me cumming again! I loved the salty
flavor of his sweat and the sweet taste of his pre-cum. I was lost in the
smell and the warmth of his balls for what seemed like hours but was only a
few minutes.

Then I remembered that there was a wonderfully huge cock waiting for me to
taste and suck on. Grandpa's cock was about 10" and very fat. Looking at
it, I wondered how the hell I was going to get that whole thing in my
mouth, much less down my throat! But I was willing to do anything at that
point to get that piece of man-meat in my mouth! I pulled down his foreskin
and the wonderful smell of smegma hit my nose. I began licking the head of
his cock and slurping down all of the wonderful pre-cum that was pouring
from his piss-hole. I even stuck my tongue into his piss-hole to get at as
much as I could. I then started licking under the head and gobbling up as
much fragrant smegma as I could find there, giving it a really good
cleaning.

But, the essence of what I wanted was still to come. I wanted to take his
warm, fleshy pole into my mouth and drink down all my Grandpa's cum. There
was just one problem. I didn't know how! I looked up at Grandpa and he
quickly understood that I was begging with my eyes for some directions of
what to do next!

"Just relax your jaw and slowly take it in your mouth, Grunt. Cover your
teeth with your lips so you don't go biting it. And don't try to take it in
too fast. You don't need to gag on it to make it feel good."

I followed Grandpa's directions to the letter. The fleshy head went in much
easier than I thought and I very slowly worked my way down about half of it
until the head hit the back of my throat and I felt myself begin to gag. I
quickly pulled back some and began to run my tongue over the delicious
cock-flesh, tasting Grandpa's maleness. Grandpa began to moan and gently
began to thrust his cock in and out of my sucking mouth.

"Yeah, boy! Suck on my cock! Take that fuckin' cock, boy! Chow down on this
man's meat!" Grandpa's dirty talk was getting me even hotter!

With each thrust he got a little deeper. Suddenly, I felt his cock-head
reach the back of my throat and my throat just kind of open up for it. The
next thing I knew, Grandpa had his whole cock down my throat with my nose
buried in his pubic hair - and I was loving it! It felt so wonderful
thrusting in and out! So wonderful in fact, I knew I was on my way to my
second orgasm in less than 10 minutes and I wasn't even touching myself!

Grandpa, too, it seemed had been holding back just about as long as he
could and after a couple of thrusts down my sucking throat, moaned and
began to unload gallons of nut- juice direct to my stomach! I quickly
pulled back, as he had done, so that that I could taste his cum as it
spurted direct from his cock-head. At the same time, my own cock began to
unload all on its own with no help from me, spraying my cum all over
Grandpa's legs and the hay below us. I swallowed and swallowed all the
delicious, salty cum that Grandpa had to offer!

Gradually, Grandpa's cock began to go soft and he gently pulled it from my
still sucking mouth. He lifted me to my feet and pressed his mouth to
mine. Our dueling tongues shared the taste of each other's cum in a hot,
passionate kiss. Slowly, Grandpa pulled me to the floor in the soft hay and
we lay there, hugging and kissing. With very little recovery time, and my
hands gently rubbing all over his chest and playing with his sensitive
nipples as he'd done to me, Grandpa's cock began to swell again. My cock,
despite cumming twice in less than 10 minutes, never got soft. It continued
to throb and pour out pre-cum as I made Grandpa's stomach slimy with my
goo.

"Does that thing ever go soft, Grunt?" my Grandpa chuckled.

I started to get embarrassed but Grandpa just kissed me and took my hard
cock in his big warm hand and began to stroke it. I moaned into Grandpa's
mouth, letting him know that I would probably cum again if he kept that up!
And soon!

Grandpa broke the kiss and looked a me with love in his eyes.

"You've got a beautiful cock, boy!" he said, "And it's going to be as big
as mine someday.  Maybe even as big as your Daddy's."

I caught my breath! How would Grandpa know how big my Dad's cock was???
Unless No! That's not possible! Is it?!?!

"Don't look so shocked, Grunt! How do you think you mom met your Dad? He
used to come over and play with me and some of my friends before he and
your mom got married.  His uncle John, your great-uncle, and I have been
having fun like this since we were younger than you!"

"You mean my Dad's gay?!"

"Well, I don't rightly know about that, Grunt. Let's just say, you Dad's
not opposed to some good, down and dirty fun with other horny guys like
himself. That's why I can tell you that you being gay is not going to
bother your Dad at all."

"God! Grandpa, that's the most wonderful thing you could have ever told
me!!! I love you so much!! I guess, even more now!"

Then I guess my face turned red because I realized what I said. Grandpa
just threw his head back and laughed.

"Well, Grunt, I truly do love you too, boy! Especially now!"

We both grinned at each other and then Grandpa had a most interesting
question for me:

"I noticed that your cock hasn't gotten any softer, and mine's hard
again. Have you ever heard the term '69'?"

I told Grandpa I hadn't and he quickly demonstrated this most important
term for me. We spent several more hours exploring all the things that two
men can do to each other's cocks with mouth and hand. And over the next
several weeks, we practiced those things that I needed to learn until I had
them down really good. But all of this fun came to an end when I was
finally packed and ready to fly to California to finally live with the man
I wanted most in the world - my Dad, the Marine!


End of Part I

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