Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2016 12:19:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: One More Deployment

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*****

Since it was a hundred or so miles back to the house from the airport, I
elected to get us a room in Charlotte, so we could spend some quality time
together before the inevitable crush of family and friends and neighbors
back in our little town. He looked surprised when I pulled into the lot of
the hotel, surprised that we were here instead of jamming our way up 85,
surprised at the fanciness of the place, but pleased, too. He'd been
holding my hand ever since we pulled out of the parking deck, and he
squeezed it tighter in his as I pulled up to the front door.

"Shit, are you serious?" he said, grinning wide. After hours and hours of
flying, first on military transport, then on commercial flights, I knew he
could use a long, hot shower and a big comfy bed to sleep in. Well, sleep
and other things, of course, but most of all, I wanted to give him a break
from the travel grind.

"Nothing but the best for you, big guy," I said, and damn but the
temptation to lock lips with him was strong... but the valet was heading
our way.

We'd barely dropped the bags on the floor, the door just clicking closed
behind us, when he was in my arms, pressing his big, hard body against
mine, our bulges instantly hard again, grinding together as our tongues
danced hungrily, deeply, wetly. It was a thrill helping him strip out of
his uniform, and I know he loved the way I looked at him, touched him,
moaned his name with lust and love as my mouth attacked his skin, all
taut-stretched over the big, hard young muscles beneath. I sucked on his
big brown nips, tongued his tattoos, licked his sweaty, slightly funky
pits, then kissed him again. His hungry, lusty growl at the taste of
himself on my tongue made my own big cock leak into my underwear. Then it
was his turn to undress me, all fiery-eyed, licking his lips in
anticipation, his big, rough hands grazing through the fur on my pecs,
suckling on my nips as he undid my jeans and shoved them down, then running
his big wet tongue along the huge bulge in my boxer briefs. Moaning
hungrily the whole time. I cupped the back of his head, pressed his sexy
face more fully into my bulge, ground it along his full lips, and that just
made him moan and lick and suck on my cotton-covered cockbulge even harder.

Usually we took turns for each other, both of us loving the feeling of
being filled with the other's big, bare cock, but today, from the way he
pawed at my body, worshiped my hard cock, slurping the precum from it when
he finally yanked my shorts off, glazing it with a thick layer of young
Marine spit, I knew what he needed most. And I was aching to give it to
him, sliding my thickness up deep inside of his hungry, tight hole, pumping
him deep and long just like he loved, ever since he was a big horny
17-year-old jock kid. Our bodies glowed with sweat, and soon he added a
thick glaze of his hot cum as he clutched my pecs, as I drove my own thick,
long cumblasts up deep inside him.

After a long, sweet shower, slowly rediscovering each other, and then a big
steak dinner and a few drinks to sate our hunger, the evening was beautiful
together. Naked, in the big king bed back in the room, him laid back
against my chest, my thick thighs squeezing his sides as I stroked his big
beautiful bod and listened to him talk, telling me about this latest
deployment, hopefully the second-last one he'd have to do before his hitch
was up. There was an unmistakeable tenderness, an intimacy to our talk, the
conversation of lovers reunited, and I realized with a sharp pang just how
much I'd missed the big young stud, how much I loved him. How much I didn't
want to let him go, not from this bed, not from this room, not from my
arms. Ever. That night, he made love to me slow and sweet, skilful, filling
me up like nobody else ever had, or could. Our eyes stayed locked the whole
time, and the loving words he whispered just before we came together were
more powerful than ever before.

I woke up the next morning earlier than I'd planned, the bed empty beside
me. Looked around as my eyes finally opened, my mind clicking back into
gear, and saw him, sitting naked on the chair by the bed, watching me. His
face looked blank, but his eyes were contemplative. He'd always been like
that - the phrase "still waters run deep" could have been written with him
in mind. God, he looked amazing, a real young man now, his elbows resting
on his big, powerful thighs, his strong arms packed with hard muscle, that
big, thick young cock dangling down between his thighs magnificently. In
nearly a decade of doing this, growing even closer as we got deeper, he'd
never looked more stunning than he did right now. I felt a tingle of desire
for him in my loins, but more than that, a throb of pure, strong love.

"What's up, buddy?" I said croakily. "Jetlag got you up?"

He smiled, shrugged.

"Yeah, a little, maybe," he said. "Just thinking."

"About what, kid?"

He looked at me, a long, silent look, like he was weighing something up.

"I didn't tell you about this, Dad," he said slowly. "Didn't want to worry
you. But six weeks ago, up near Korengal..."

I listened to him tell the story, about the IED that had ripped a hole in
their vehicle, the young Marines who'd lost limbs, or lives, friends of
his. How he emerged almost totally unscathed. Scared as hell, but
alive. He'd never even hinted to me that anything like this had happened,
and I was horrified, scared for him even though he was sitting right there
in front of me, big and healthy and physically unharmed. My son, my only
family in the world. My beautiful boy.

"So listen, Dad," he said after telling me everything. "I don't like to
think of it as nearly dying out there. Too big, I guess. But ever since, I
can't stop thinking about you, about us. About this. And I know we've
talked about it ever since we started, and you've always told me to go live
my life, explore, find someone I can really be with, if I want to. But I
don't want that. I know that now, more than ever."

He looked up at me, his eyes shining with barely held-in tears. Damn, my
heart hurt for him. I wanted to reach for him, pull him to me, comfort my
son like I always had, but I knew I needed to let him talk it out. Say his
piece. Shit, I think I knew what he was going to say, had been thinking it
myself, those long, lonely nights at home without him. Remembering,
reliving everything we'd been since he was 17. How much we'd grown.

"If I gotta go over again, then I'll go," he continued. "But I want to come
home to you, Dad. To us. To as much as we can have together. Not just every
few months, whenever we can find time. I want to make a life with you. Be
your partner, not just your son. I know it's wrong, it's fucked up..."

I climbed out of the bed, as naked as him, and pulled him to me. Hugged him
tight. Kissed the side of his head. Rubbed his big, muscled back.

"It's not wrong, son," I murmured. "Never once was, no matter what anybody
says. And shit, yes, I want you with me. Home with me, safe. So I can be
your Dad, and your man. God, I want that so bad, you don't even know..."

We were both a little teary, and our kiss was tender in a way it had never
been before. Meaningful. A promise. Two big men, opening up real deep to
each other, a father and son, partners. Just for us, not for the world to
see. We could make this work, I knew we could. It would be hard, but
nowhere near as hard as everything he'd been through. I wasn't going to let
him go, not ever, now that I knew how he felt about this bond we had. That
he wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did.

So I let him silently cry against my shoulder, while I did the same, my
face buried in the dark, buzzed-down stubble of his head. Kissed him there,
then kissed the tears away from his cheeks, kissed his lips. Soft and
slow. Tender. A father's kiss, and a lover's as well. Showed him how much
he meant to me. Our cocks hardened together, an instinctual response, even
though it was such a tender moment between us, and I guided him slowly,
paternally back to the big bed, where we entwined in a sprawl of muscles
and flesh and fur, two men, family in every possible way. Just one more
deployment, and we could take this to the next stage, make it permanent.
Make it even more real. Make it right. I could hardly wait for that, but
for now, he was with me, wrapped around me, and we slipped deeper into each
other, making love as father and son, as partners. I'd nearly lost him and
hadn't even known it, and I was determined never to let that happen again.