Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2004 15:25:41 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY BROTHER'S MARINE BUDDY

DISCLAIMER: This is just a fantasy. It didn't happen to me or anyone I
know. This is for all of you who like you're stories RAUNCHY. I have to
admit, I like them that way myself. If you aren't allowed to read stories
like this, then don't. Or, just tell whoever says you can't read it to
"Fuck off!" and read it anyway!

No Marines were hurt in the production of this story, but several had
complete changes of view towards certain activities with other males.

MY BROTHER'S MARINE BUDDY
Part III
by RimPig   2003

Rick and I did spend some time relaxing in the Jacuzzi and then went back
to my bed where he lay down on his stomach and looked at me.

"Eat my butt, Pig! Get it ready and fuck it!" he growled, giving me a sexy
wink.

So it was true! All those stories I'd read about Marines loving to take it
up the ass! Well, that was just fine with me! I loved the idea of getting
to fuck prime, US Government, Marine butt! And, let me tell you! Rick's
butt must have been the pride of the Marine Corps! I'd seen a lot of asses,
live and on the web in pictures, but I've never seen one that could equal
Rick's! I'd had one taste of it and I wanted another!

Even after being in the Jacuzzi, his butt was still raunchy and ripe. I
guess he'd kind of held the cheeks together to keep his hole the way it
was. I really pigged out on it, doing all the things he'd done to me,
shoving my tongue as far up his butt as I could get it and wiggling it
around, tasting the tangy inside of his smooth walls. I chewed on his ass
lips and marveled again at the incredible flexibility of his sphincter! His
hole just seemed to open up at his command, becoming a loose, flexible,
tasty sheath for my tongue. I loved the stink of his butt, the taste of his
butt, the feel of it against my face. I loved everything about it, but the
best was yet to cum! I wanted to feel that hot shit-chute of his wrapped
around my hard cock as I pounded his hole!

"Yeah, eat my ass! Shove that tongue up there! Eat out my fuckin' ass
juice, Pig! Taste my fuckin stink! Really wallow in that fuckin' hole!" he
groaned as I ate Marine butt.

I groaned into his ass, driving my tongue faster and faster in and out of
his butt, fucking it with my tongue, getting it ready to be fucked by my
cock.

"Yeah! Tongue fuck me! Get me ready, Pig! Yeah! You're gonna fuck Marine
butt! The best fuckin' ass in the world! Yeah! Ream me out! You're gettin'
my hole hot!" he groaned.

I couldn't take any more! I was going to cum all over the bed if I didn't
get my cock in his hole! I rose up, spit on my hand and slathered the spit
on my spike! Fuck! I don't ever remember being this hard! I let some of my
leaking cock-snot drool out onto his hole and then slid it around with the
head of my cock to add additional slickness. I was not going to be
gentle. This was a Marine.  I figured he was used to being cold-cocked -
just having a cock slammed up his ass with little or no preparation and I
was right! As I put my cock to his opening, I heard him growling again.

"Yeah! Just slam that cock up my shithole! Don't take your time! I want it
hard and fast! You hear me, Pig?!" he all but shouted, the 'command voice'
sending shivers down my spine and into my dick!

I lined up my cockhead with his hole and with one, powerful snap of my
hips, buried my whole nine inches in his Marine Corps shithole! I wasn't
quite as thick as he was, but I had about an inch in length on him! He
grunted as I bottomed out and his asshole trembled around my cock. Fuck!
His hole was hot, wet and tight! At least it was at first. Then that
incredible muscle control of his kicked in and his ass just opened up and
became a soft, flexible sheath for my cock!

He didn't know it, but I was about to return the favor to him of pissing up
his fucking ass! I figured because we were in my bed, he would think that I
wouldn't. What he didn't know was that there was a waterproof cover over
the mattress at all times because I loved pissing on myself in bed, jacking
off with my piss, and then sleeping in the wet pissy bed, smelling the
stink of my own piss as I fell asleep. Since I could easily wash my own
sheets (my mother never going near a washing machine since we got a
housekeeper) it was never a problem. I'd just replaced these sheets that
morning because if Cal came in my room, I didn't want him smelling piss and
wondering what the fuck was up.

I relaxed my muscles somewhat and could feel the tingle of my piss sliding
down my urethra from my bladder. All of a sudden, it burst from my cockhead
and I was pissing in Rick's hot, slimy ass!  I could feel him tense under
me at first when he figured out what was going on.

"Fuck! Yeah! That's it! Piss up my ass! Yeah! Fuck! Fill me up with that
hot manpiss! Ahh!  Fuck!" he groaned as my cock unloaded my bladder deep in
his guts.

I could feel the hot piss surrounding my cock. It was like my cock was
swimming in a warm pool or something! It was an incredible feeling! I loved
it immediately and decided this was really the way to fuck an ass - in your
own piss!

I finished pissing and pulled back. Some of the piss flowed out and ran
down Rick's balls. He trembled at the feeling, moaning loudly. I slammed
back into his butt, burying my cock in his piss- filled hole. Some of it
squirted out of his butt and splashed my pubic hair. Before this fuck was
done, we were both gonna be soaked in piss! Nothing could be better!

As I continued to fuck him, pounding harder and harder into his Marine
shithole, I could begin to smell the odor of unwashed ass, the 'cheese' and
juice from his bowels and, of course, my rank piss! What a scent-pig's
dream! Rick could smell it, too and I could hear him taking deep whiffs of
all the raunchy odors.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Pound that fuckin' butt! Fuck, it stinks in here! Smells
so fuckin' good! Come on, Pig! Fuck my shithole! Ram my turd-tunnel with
that big cock! Make me feel it!" he ordered.

I slammed harder and harder, faster and faster into his hole, knowing that
this couldn't last. I knew I was gettin' close but I wanted him to cum with
me. I lay down on his broad, muscular back, continuing to slam my cock in
his shithole while reaching under him to his furry chest and grabbing his
nipples between my fingers. I pinched them as hard as I could! He screamed
out and shoved his ass back onto my cock as hard as he could, almost
'unseating' me! He screamed out as I felt his shithole clamp down around my
ramming cock.

"FUCK!!! YEAH!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!! SLAM MY SHITHOLE!!! I'M CUMMIN'!!!" he
screamed as his cock shot off beneath him and onto the piss-wet sheets.

As for me, that's all it took for me to go over the edge! My cock started
to blast his fucking bowels full of my white nut juice!

"YEAH! FUCKIN' YOUR SHITHOLE! TAKE MY NUTT! TAKE ALL MY FUCKIN NUTT
JUICE!!!" I screamed out as I pumped his piss filled ass full of my
spoonge!

I collapsed on his sweaty back, panting for breath and breathing deeply of
the stink surrounding us! Cum, ass, piss, sweat - all the man-smells I
loved best! And I could hear him breathing deeply and enjoying the
olfactory stimulation as well. We lay there for a long time, my cock still
bloated and buried in his now tight butt. His body felt so good under mine!
The muscular planes, the surprisingly soft skin! It was like we were
existing in a place outside space and time for a while.  But something was
drawing me, something that I still wanted to do.

I slowly began to pull my still hard cock from his butt and I could tell he
knew what I was about to do for his ass clamped tight around my retreating
cock. I slid down his back until I was laying on the bed, face down in his
butt! He spread his legs even further and raised his butt off the bed to
give me better access to his hole. I locked my lips around his puffy
ass-lips and began gently sucking on his hole. His muscles opened up and my
cum and piss began to pour into my mouth from deep inside his bowels! The
taste was incredibly raunchy! The salty rankness of my piss, the starchy
taste of my cum and the tangy, ripe taste of his ass juice combined into a
raunch-cocktail to fulfill a raunch-pigs every dream!

I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the heady mixture, sucking on his
hole for more and running my tongue as far up his shithole as I could,
trying to gather more of whatever was up there. I did save some of the
mixture in my mouth to share with him, however, just as he'd done for
me. Moving back up the bed from his now-empty ass, he turned over and his
mouth met mine as I opened and allowed the raunchy remnants of our fuck
from his butt to pour into his mouth.  He moaned and began licking out my
mouth, trying to get every bit of taste that he could, groaning as he did
so.

Finally, he could find no more and pulled from my mouth. We didn't say a
word for a long while.  We just curled up in each others arms, enjoying the
feel of each other's body, the warmth and the scents.

"We've really fucked up your bed." he said, somewhat apologetically, after
a long while.

"Nah! There's a waterproof cover under the sheet. I piss on myself a lot so
I always keep the mattress covered. I wash the sheets when they get too
rank." I said.

"Cool! That was really fun! You really know how to eat and fuck ass! I'll
say that for ya!" he grinned at me.

"So do you, Marine! So do you!" I said and I could still feel my sore ass
from his cock pounding it!

"Yeah, this holiday is gonna turn out better than I could ever have
dreamed!" he said, smiling at me.

"For me, too! I was expecting 'Nightmare on Elm Street' and instead I get
the watersports version of 'Miracle on 34th Street'!" I laughed.

He leaned down and gently kissed me. All of a sudden, I got this feeling. I
don't know how I knew, but I was sure that Rick was starting to feel
something other than horniness towards me.  Was it possible? I knew that
this whole time, I'd been pushing down on some feelings deep in my guts,
telling myself that there was 'no fuckin' way!' that what I thought was
happening could really be happening inside me. There was no way I was gonna
start having feelings for some guy - no matter how good he was and how
good-looking - who I was never going to see again! What the fuck kind of
stupidity was that! No! No way!

"Could we sleep together tonight?" he asked quietly, almost hesitantly.

"Sure. We just have to be careful not to let Private Freddy Krueger down
the hall find out! Or my parents, either." I said.

"I told you. Don't worry about Cal. As for your parents, I don't really
know them." he said, hesitantly.

"It's okay. Their room's downstairs. They won't know a thing. Besides, they
hardly ever come up here." I said.

"Okay, then we got it goin' on." he smiled softly, a look in his deep blue
eyes that sent a shaft of fear through me!

That was exactly what the fuck I was starting to become afraid of! We had
it 'goin' on', but what was 'goin' on'? I mean, I'd love to have sex with
him again and again and again. He was, without doubt, a 'wet-dream' come
true both in looks and in sexual prowess. And, certainly, I'd never met a
man, except for Russ, who's 'tastes' so closely paralleled my own. Worse,
he was a really nice guy, a man that anybody would be proud to be loved by
and to call their own! But he was a Marine. He was sent all over the
fucking world. He could be killed in any one of a thousand dangerous
situations! He'd be gone for months, maybe years, at a time! What the fuck?
Was I fucking crazy?! Why would I even consider for a moment getting
involved, falling in love, with somebody like that!

But when I looked into those incredibly deep blue eyes, when I saw that
dazzling, boyish smile, when those warm, muscular arms held me, it was like
this fucking neon sign went off in my brain - THIS IS HIM! It flashed on
and off, on and off, like a cheap motel sign! I had always tried to live by
my logic. I was a 'brain'. I knew the logical process and this train of
thought was definitely on the wrong track! In fact, this train was taking
an unexplored dirt road!

I knew I should put a stop to what I was feeling. I should 'nip this in the
bud', but I couldn't! I just couldn't help myself. All of my vaunted logic
deserted me! It was like my 'genius' brain turned to mush the minute he
smiled at me! I looked into the deep blue eyes and I was lost! It was like
they were twin vacuum cleaners who just 'sucked' all my common sense right
out of my head!

My only hope, my only salvation, was that maybe - just maybe - he wouldn't
say anything. He wouldn't tell me how he feels. After all, he is a guy!
Males don't know how to talk about their feelings and most-times don't even
try! I knew for sure I wasn't about to say the first word about what was
going on inside of me! No way! First of all, I was too afraid of making a
complete fucking fool of myself. What if this was 'all in my head', that he
didn't feel anything for me but that I was a convenient 'cum-dump' for his
raunchy horniness? What if I was projecting my own feelings onto him and he
didn't feel anything of what I was beginning to feel for him? What the fuck
kind of idiot would I seem like if I said something and it all turned out
to be totally manufactured in my increasingly untrustworthy brain?!

Not only that, but that would pretty well kill any further sex between us!
No guy is gonna have sex with someone that they know is in love with them
if they don't feel the same way - or feel like there is a convenient
'escape hatch' somewhere that they can reach before they get 'trapped'. If
guys don't deal very well with their own emotions, then dealing with other
peoples was truly a disaster of epic proportions! I know. I'd seen it
enough in my high school! Guys who you'd think were God's Gift To Women,
brought low by a female half their size and weight! We had a word for it -
'pussy-whipped'. They went from 'in-charge', strong, confident young males
to drooling, bumbling idiots almost over night! That wasn't going to be me!
No, sir!

All these thoughts were going through my head as we lay there. I don't know
where they would have led because, after a while, Rick pushed me over on my
back and climbed on top of me, capturing my mouth with his and trying to
see with his tongue if I'd had a tonsillectomy when I was a child! All of a
sudden, all thoughts just completely exited my brain! All I could do was
feel.  Feel his tongue swirling in my mouth, his strong arms holding me,
his muscular body covering mine. And the scent of him! Strong, masculine,
but now with something added. At first, I didn't realize what it was. Then
I came to understand that what my nose was picking up on was not his sweat
or the raunch of what we'd done to each other earlier, but his 'personal
scent' - the one that every man has and is totally different, in very
subtle ways, from every other man. A scent that began to cause that ache in
my guts again that I knew wasn't horniness - well...not horniness in the
way I'd always known it.

Slowly, gently, passionately, Rick began to make love to me. There was no
doubt in my mind about it. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The
tender loving way that his lips found the skin of my neck and shoulders,
kissing, licking and sucking at them. The way his hands so tenderly
caressed the skin of my back and sides. Yeah! I knew! This was not just a
fuck! Rick was saying something to me, talking with his body. And mine was
answering - fuck! Mine was singing a fucking aria! A paean to male/male
love! I trembled in his arms, my body raising goose bumps wherever he
touched or licked me! My own hands were busy running over his massive,
muscular shoulders and down his back, finding delight in ever square inch
of him that I could reach!

He slid between my legs and without any conscious thought on my part, my
legs naturally lifted and wrapped themselves around his hips. He slid
forward and his cock very naturally found the opening to my body, without
any fumbling or misalignment. Almost as if his cock knew exactly where it
belonged now. He pushed forward, slowly and gently and with very little
effort, glided into my ass which was still lubricated with his piss and cum
from before. I groaned into his mouth at the feelings that shot through
me. I wanted this! I wanted this so badly! Not because I was horny! Not
because I loved to be fucked, but because I loved to be fucked by him! I
was horny for the emotional/physical connection - the oneness - that came
from being made love to by a man this way!

All of a sudden, the most embarrassing thing I could ever think of happened
- I started crying!  Tears, pouring out of my eyes! I was so overwrought
with emotion, I wasn't even sure why I was crying! I hadn't since I was a
very little boy! I knew some of it was because I was so deliriously
happy. Some of it was because I was so incredibly sad. Happy because I had
found someone to love like I had never loved anyone in my life. Sad because
it was doomed! It just could never work out! He would go away in two days
and I would never, ever see him again.  It embarrassed me even further when
Rick pulled back and looked down at me, seeing the tears rolling down the
sides of my face. But he smiled gently and leaned down and began licking
the tears from my skin, talking softly to me the whole time.

"Shh! It's okay, Kevin. I understand. It's all goin' to work out. You'll
see." he murmured.

'It's all gonna work out'?! Is he crazy?! I'm being made love to by a guy
who's insane! Nothing was going to work out! I would have him for two days
and then spend the rest of my lonely, miserable fucking life trying to find
someone who couldn't even begin to hold a candle to him!  What kind of
fucked up crap is that!

But I couldn't any longer hold onto any thoughts. His cock was slowly
working deep inside me.  The connection between us was way beyond
physical. It was like our hearts, our souls were locked together! We were
breathing in each other's breath, thinking each others thoughts, feeling
each others feelings! I don't know how long it went on. It seemed like
forever at the time. He slowly - Oh, so exquisitely slowly! - made love to
me, his cock slowly stroking in and out of me, gently stroking my prostate
until I was lost in orgasm, shooting my cum between us, gluing us together
with it's stickiness.

But it didn't end there. That was just the beginning! He never stopped,
never varied the rhythm of his strokes. He just kept slowly and gently
fucking me. I'd never been fucked after I'd gotten off and I expected it to
begin hurting. Instead, it started to feel better and better and, before I
knew what was happening, my cock was rock hard and rubbing up against the
soft skin of his abs once more. Then, before I could even figure out what
the fuck was going on, my crisis was on me again and I was pouring out more
cum between us, joining the first batch, while he held me and kept right on
fucking me!

If you wanted to look at it that way, it was an amazing exhibition of
'cocksmanship'. But it wasn't that, and we both knew it. Rick wasn't
'fucking' me. This wasn't about orgasms or feats of sexual athleticism. It
was about us - Rick and me. It was about feeling something so deeply, so
totally for another guy that it is scary beyond belief!

He went on and on. By the time he reached the point where he could no
longer maintain control and his hips began to slam into my ass, heading for
his own orgasm, there were four loads of my cum coating our bodies. Then,
when he finally shot his load deep inside me, I screamed and came a fifth
time! Never - and I mean NEVER, not even when I was very young and so horny
I could get off in a stiff breeze - had I ever come so many times in such
close succession! It was beyond amazing! And it was totally exhausting.

With the last orgasm, I must have literally passed out because I came to
with Rick looking down at me, a look of worry on his face. I smiled up at
him and, reaching my arms around his neck, pulled him down to where our
mouths could once again devour each other. I knew right then that there was
nothing that was going to change the way I felt about him. If I was doomed
to be emotionally destroyed, so be it. I couldn't help myself. I knew that
I was in love with him.

"I know I've got no right to say this...I mean we just met and all...but I
can't help myself..."he started to say.

I reached up and put my finger to his lips.

"Shh! You don't have to say anything." I murmured.

"Yes, I do." he said. "You've got to believe me. I've never said this to
anybody in my life! But I'm in love with you. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't
say it, but I had to. I can't let you think that I just want sex with
you. That I don't care. Funny thing is, that never mattered to me before -
how the other guy felt. But with you, it does."

"It matters to me, too." I said quietly. "If you can't tell, I'm so much in
love with you I can't even think about anything else. I've been lying here
afraid. Afraid to tell you. Afraid of making a fool out of myself. Afraid
that in two days you'll leave and I'll never see you again. Afraid you'll
be killed in some God-forsaken shit heap somewhere in the world that they
send you to. Rick, I love you but I don't want to! I don't want to be in
love with a Marine!"

Then the tears came again. Harder, heavier this time. I lay there in his
arms, sobbing like I don't ever remember doing in my life. Deep inside of
me was anger! Why couldn't this have just stayed sex! Why couldn't we just
have fucked each other, pissed all over each other, eaten each other's
butts and then said 'Thank a lot! Nice to have met you!' and gone our own
ways! Why did my fucking emotions have to go out of control now?! Why did I
have to go and fucking fall in love with him?! Why did he have to be
someone I couldn't help falling in love with?!

When I finally started to calm down, I looked at him and I saw the stain of
tears on his cheeks.  He'd been crying as well. Oh, fuck! I'd hurt him! I
didn't mean to hurt him! Oh, what the fuck was wrong with me?!

"Rick, I'm sorry..." I started.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for. You're right. Who'd want to fall in
love with a Jarhead.  Anything could happen. I understand." he said.

"No, you don't understand. I said I didn't want to fall in love with a
Marine. I didn't say that I didn't fall in love with a Marine. I did. I
love you, Rick. Nothing is ever going to change that.  Somehow, I'm just
going to have to come to terms with what you are. I don't know how, but I
will. Just please tell me that this won't be the last time we see each
other. Please, tell me that!" I begged him.

"I swear to you, it won't be! I'll find a way - even if it means getting
out of the Corps. I've been thinking about that a lot lately,
anyway. Something is really wrong but until today, I never figured out what
it was. I guess I always kidded myself that I was 'bi'. I've fucked around
with women.  But that's all it was, fucking around. Getting my rocks
off. I've never felt about anybody, male or female, the way I'm feeling
about you. And the only way I could feel that way is if I was Gay.  And to
be Gay in the Marines is just too dangerous." he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"There's too many guys like Cal in the Corps. Fuckin' wantin' to suck dick
and scared to death to so they hunt down anybody they think even might be
gay and harass the shit out of them until either they leave or they can
bring them up on charges and get them thrown out." he said.

The horror of that struck me.

"But what about Clinton's 'Don't ask, don't tell'?" I asked him.

"That's a crock of shit! They regularly send in NIS, the Naval Intelligence
Service, and have witch-hunts! Grab some guy who they suspect is queer and
interrogate him, deprive him of food, water and sleep until he breaks and
not only admits it but they make him name names of others!"  he said.

"But that's...that's...barbaric! That's unconstitutional!" I said.

"Babe, you really don't know shit about the military, do you?!" he gave me
a rueful smile.  "There's no fuckin' constitution where the military's
concerned! They can do any fucking thing they want. And you want to hear
the best part? The guys who confess, aren't even queer! It's just that NIS
is so good at breaking people, the guys will say anything just to make them
stop!"

"So what about the names that they give them?" I asked.

"Those guys get broken the same way and thrown out. But most of them aren't
queer either!" he said.

"I had no idea anything like that was going on! How can you stand it?!' I
asked.

"I wasn't queer. Not until I got in this bed with you." he smiled.

I looked at him, shock on my face. Then I smiled. I finally understood what
he meant.

"So what happens now?" I asked quietly.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I've got six months left on my
enlistment and then it's 'Adios, Motherfuckers!' for me." he grinned. "Will
you wait for me?"

"I'd wait six years for you, if that's what it took. In six months I'll be
out of school and I'll know what University I'm going to." I said.

"Good, then wherever that is, I'll come there and we can get a place
together." he said.

"You don' t mind?" I asked.

"Mind? Why should I mind? Wherever you are, that's gonna be home to me. I
can find a job anywhere with the skills I've got now." he said.

"Really? What do you do?" I asked.

"I'm a mechanic. I can work on vehicles and helicopters! I've been trained
for both." he said proudly.

"Oh, God! Not only a Marine, but blue-collar as well!" I laughed.

"Hey! Blue-collar guys make good money!" he said, slightly offended.

"Rick, I don't care what you do! It's you I love, not your uniform or your
job!" I grinned, letting him know I was just kidding him.

"Oh...well...yeah. Hey! You haven't even seen me in my uniform!" he
laughed.

"No, and I don't think I want to. A cute as you are in civilian clothes, if
I saw you in uniform I'd probably rip it right the fuck off you!" I
grinned.

"You wouldn't have to. I get near you and I have this really strong desire
to get naked!" he said, softly, and leaned down and started kissing me
again.

I couldn't believe it was happening, but my cocks started getting hard
again! But it was so painful, my fucking nuts were hurting so bad from
cumming so many times, that I groaned in agony. Rick quickly reacted,
hearing the difference in the sound.

"What's the matter?" he said, pulling his mouth away from mine.

"My cock's getting hard again! But it hurts, Rick. My dick and my nuts!
They hurt really bad!" I moaned.

"You got off too much! We need to cool it for a while. Best thing is to get
back in that Jacuzzi of yours. That should take most of the soreness out."
he said.

"I doubt if I can even walk to the bathroom!" I groaned.

"No problem!" he said.

I didn't understand what the fuck he meant by 'No problem!' until he jumped
out of the bed and then put his arms under me and lifted me right up into
his fucking arms! I couldn't fucking believe it! I had no idea he was that
strong! But he was carrying me to the bathroom like I was a sack of
feathers!

He lay me in the whirlpool, turned on the jets and then got in with me. He
held me in his arms and we just sat there, being with each other, neither
of us saying anything for the longest time. It was magical! I lay there in
the warm, bubbling water, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back,
feeling the strong beat of his heart through my skin and feeling so safe,
so secure and so loved! I had never felt that way in my whole life! And
now, here I was, safe in the arms of my Marine lover! And to think, he was
my horrible, Neanderthal, homophobic brother's best 'buddy'! Oh, I couldn't
wait to see the look on Cal's face when....

"Oh, FUCK!" I suddenly exclaimed.

Rick jumped at the sudden expletive.

"What's the matter?!" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"What about Cal?!" I asked.

"What about him?" Rick said, as if this was absolutely nothing to be
concerned with.

"What about him?!" I exclaimed. "What are we going to do when he finds out
that we're lovers?!"

"I figure either we tell him it's none of his fuckin' business or I punch
his lights out if he says anything." Rick said with quiet confidence.

"Can you do that?" I asked, slightly thrilled at the idea of somebody
finally punching out the obnoxious son-of-a-bitch!

"Easy. He's got a glass jaw." Rick said calmly.

"He does?" I asked.

"Yeah, one hit and he's out like a light! I did it accidently one
night. Took hours for him to come around!" Rick laughed.

"You Marines play rough, don't you?!" I laughed.

"Not unless you want me to!" he grinned at me, waggling his eyebrows.

"No, thank you! I've never thought that sex ought to be a 'blood sport'!" I
said.

"Me, neither. I mean, I've been trained to kill and all that. And I would,
too! To defend this country or to defend you, but I don't want to. I don't
get off on all that crap the way some of the guys do. Like Cal." he said.

"Yeah, I figured he'd be one of the little sociopaths that would!" I said.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked.

"What? A sociopath?" I asked.

"Yeah, one of them. What is that?" I asked.

"That's someone with no social conscience. Someone that feels that other
human life has little or no meaning to them. Someone who finds violence
exciting - even sexual." I said.

"Fuck, you just described half the guys in my platoon!" he laughed.

"That could be, but I doubt it. Sociopaths are pretty fucked up. They
wouldn't join the Marines.  They'd want to be in charge. They don't like
taking orders from anybody." I said.

"Well, nobody likes taking orders, but they're necessary - especially in a
combat situation." he said.

"That's because you aren't a sociopath. One of them couldn't see that. They
would want to run the show no matter what. They couldn't take orders, even
in a combat situation." I said.

"The Corps just throws that kind the fuck out!" Rick said.

"Good thing." I agreed.

"Your brother isn't like that." he said quietly.

"I know. He's just an asshole." I said.

"Well...sometimes, I agree. But when you really get to know him, he can be
a pretty good guy."  Rick said.

"Maybe you see that. I never will." I said.

"I'm sorry. I wish you two got along. I think you'd both be happier if you
did." Rick said softly.

"Yeah. You're right. But he hates me. He's always hated me. And once he
finds out for sure that I'm 'queer', he'll hate me all the more. And he'll
hate you, too!" I predicted.

"Somehow, I doubt that." Rick said.

"Oh, I don't! Mr. Macho is gonna try to make your life living hell! Trust
me on that one!" I said.

"We'll see." Rick said quietly, enigmatically. "So, you feeling better?"

"I'm feeling wonderful! Could I just lay here in your arms for the rest of
my life?" I asked.

"There's nothin' I'd like better than that, babe. But I got a feelin' that
your parents and Cal are gonna be comin' home sometime." he said.

"Yeah." I said, bummed out by reality. "And probably pretty soon. So, how
good an actor are you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, we can't exactly let them know what the fuck's happened this
afternoon. How do we explain that they go away and Cal's best friend and
their son fall in love?!" I asked.

"We don't have to explain anything. We talked, got to know each other and
we like each other."  he said simply.

"Oh, yeah! Like that's going to work! Anybody with a brain in their head is
going to see that we react to each other in ways that are a lot more than
just 'friends'!" I told him.

"People see what they want to see, Kevin. Trust me on this. They're not
going to see anything but friendship because that's what they want to
see. They don't want to see anything else." he smiled and kissed me before
I could protest further.

And the funny thing is, he was right. For the next two days, we made love -
hot, raunchy, sexual love - every chance we got and nobody even had a clue
about what was going on. Of course, if Mom still did laundry, she would
have because Rick's bed in the guest room never got slept in once. He spent
every night sleeping with me.

I won't sugar coat it, though. When he and my brother finally left, it tore
me apart! My parents, who were totally clueless, actually thought that I
missed Cal! I couldn't believe even they could be that stupid! I guess it
was what Rick said, they see only what they want to see. They didn't even
question when, after graduation, I spent a week in San Diego, supposedly
visiting Cal. Fat chance! I spent a week in a motel near Camp Pendleton
having my brains fucked out by my Marine lover!

By the time that I was ready to go to UC San Francisco - yes, I was
valedictorian and I did win a National Merit Scholarship - Rick was finally
separated from the Corps and met me at the airport when I arrived. He'd
already been there a week and had rented us an apartment in the Castro. Our
first home together. I don't think we left it for four days!

Everything was going along wonderfully until Christmas rolled around
again. My parents all but demanded that I come home for Christmas. I
finally had a showdown with my father over the phone one afternoon in
mid-December over why I didn't want to come home.

"Look, Dad, I'm sorry but I just don't want to." I said.

"Why not? You hate your family all of a sudden?" he asked and I could hear
the hurt in his voice.

"No, just the same member of the family I always have." I said.

"Look, Kevin, Cal's changed. Ever since his buddy Rick left the Corps,
Cal's been a different person. I don't know what it is. Something's eating
at him. I don't think he'd going to be much interested in getting on your
case if that's what you're afraid of." Dad said.

"No, Dad, it isn't just that." I said.

"Then what is it, damn it!" Dad all but shouted.

"Dad, look, I'm sorry. If you think Cal's changed, you haven't got a clue
how I have. I didn't want to have to tell you this over the phone but
you've given me no choice. Dad, I'm not the little boy you think I am. I'm
not anything like you think I am. Dad...I'm gay." I finally admitted it,
put it into words for him.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then Dad's voice,
quiet, calm - not at all what I expected.

"Yeah, Kevin. Your Mom and I have suspected that for a long time. That
doesn't matter to us.  Son, I don't care what you are. You're my son and I
love you and I want to see you. I want you to come home." he said.

"Dad, there's more. I have a lover. Someone that I love more than I ever
thought I could love someone. We fell in love a year ago and we've lived
together ever since I moved here. He came here to be with me. I can't leave
him during Christmas, Dad. I just can't." I said.

"A year ago? Somebody from here?" Dad asked, surprised.

"No, Dad. Nobody from there." I said. "But you do know him."

"No, I couldn't possibly! I don't remember any of your friends but the kid
Russ that moved to Germany. But that was three years ago. It isn't him is
it?" Dad asked, really confused now.

"No, Dad. It's not Russ. Do you remember last Christmas, Dad? How Cal came
home?" I asked.

"Yeah. I remember. He brought his buddy Rick with him." Dad said and then
there was silence.  "Kevin, you mean your lover is Cal's buddy Rick?! Rick
was gay?!"

"Yes, Dad. Rick is gay and, yes, we're lovers." I said quietly.

"Oh, shit! Well don't that beat all! No wonder Cal is so screwed up! You
know how your brother is!" Dad said.

"Yes, Dad, I know too well, how he is." I said. "That's why I don't want to
come home. I don't want to leave Rick and I don't think that I should bring
him with me."

"No, Kevin! That's just not right! You're my son and this is your home,
too! You've got as much right to be here as Cal does. And if Rick is the
guy you love, then he's welcome here, too! It's about time that goddamned
brother of yours grew up and got over some of that prejudiced crap of his!"
Dad growled.

I was shocked! Dad NEVER cussed! Only when he was really angry! Dad must be
really pissed at Cal over something!

"Okay, Dad. Rick's already told me that he's willing to come. We'll fly out
for Christmas, but we're only going to stay for a couple of days. I want to
see how things are. We'll also make reservations at a hotel, just in case
things get too uncomfortable for us." I said.

"There is absolutely no reason to do that! The only way things could be
uncomfortable for you and Rick is if Cal makes them that way. In that case,
I will throw him out of the goddamned house and he can go stay in a fucking
hotel!" Dad practically was screaming now!

Oh, my God! Dad used the "F" word! Whatever was up, it was something big!

"Okay, Dad. Calm down. We'll stay at the house. You don't mind if we sleep
in the same room, do you?" I asked, establishing for certain how things
will be.

"No, I don't mind and neither does your mother. Though I'll have to
apologize to Margaret." he said.

"The housekeeper? Why?" I asked.

"Because the last time he was here, she told your mother that Rick was
sleeping with you and I told her that she was full of shit! That's why!" he
laughed.

"Oh, yeah. She was right, Dad." I laughed as well.

The End of Part III of MY BROTHER'S MARINE BUDDY

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