Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2005 19:59:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: RECRUITED FOR THE CORPS 08

TO MY READERS: As I write this, the fighting continues in Iraq and
Afghanistan where our gallant forces, especially members of the United
States Marine Corps, are still being killed and wounded on a daily
basis. This story is dedicated to all members of the United State Military
who are living in harms way.

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RECRUITED FOR THE CORPS
Part 8
by RimPig   2005

We finally got ourselves up off the shower floor after laying there for
quite a while, covered in each other's piss and making out like bandits. It
was like we didn't want to leave the cocoon of the shower stall - like it
would make the world go away and Erik wouldn't have to leave again.  While
I realize now how little time two months really is, when you're 18 and
newly in love, it can seem an eternity. We showered together, taking a long
time, gently cleansing each other but really touching every part of each
other's body. Our shower was more another way of making love to each other
than about hygiene.

>From the shower, we went into the kitchen and I started making dinner. I
decided to make Salisbury steak, the same thing I had made Erik that first
night we were together. As I made dinner, Erik sat at the table and talked
to me.

"I'll call you on your cell phone every night but you need to get a regular
phone put in right away.  There's something that I want to have here by the
time I get back and it's going to require a phone so please call the phone
company tomorrow and get on installed. I'll continue to call you on the
cell, though, because it has free long distance on it." Erik said.

"Okay. I'll do that tomorrow. What is it you want the phone for?" I asked.

"A computer. I want you to have one so that you can write your papers for
college on it. I also want you to have connection to the internet so that
you can do research more easily. Once you have that set up, I can e-mail
you as well." Erik said.

"Okay. But I don't know anything about computers." I told him.

"That's okay. I'm sure you can find somebody who does. Ask Wally. If he
doesn't know anything about it, I bet he'll know someone who does." Erik
said.

"Okay. I'll ask him. Anything else?" I asked.

"Not that I can think of. After all, it's not going to be that long, you
know." he said.

"It seems like an eternity." I said quietly.

"That's less time than we were apart this time." Erik said.

"Yeah, but that time, I didn't think you were ever coming back. Now I know
you will be. Now I'm going to be waiting for it." I said.

"Trust me, you're going to be so busy with starting college and everything
else, you won't have time to miss me." Erik said.

"That's the biggest bunch of bullshit I've ever heard come out of your
mouth! I will miss you from the time your bus pulls out of the station
until you step off the one bringing you back to me!" I insisted, glaring at
him.

"Okay. I'm sorry. You're right. I'm going to miss you the same way. But we
don't need to think about that tonight! I'm not gone! I'm right here. I'll
admit, I wish I could just stay here and not have to go back, but I can't
change the way things are." he said.

"I know. I wish you didn't have to go back, too." I said.

"I've got something for you that might help. I wasn't going to give it to
you until tomorrow but maybe now would be better." Erik said, getting up
from the table.

He went into the bedroom and then came back. I was sitting at the table,
peeling the potatoes. He handed me a heavily padded envelope. I opened the
seal on it and pulled out a metal picture frame. In the frame was a
photograph of Erik in his dress blue uniform. Behind him was an American
flag. There was also a smaller picture - wallet sized - in the envelope as
well. This one was not a formal 'staged' shot like in the frame. It was a
picture of Erik in his camouflage fatigues with a rifle in his hand. It had
evidently been taken by somebody on the base.

"Oh! Erik!" I exclaimed, thrilled at having pictures of him.

"Well, I figured maybe it would help you remember what I look like." he
said, blushing in embarrassment.

I stood up and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I could never forget what you look like! Or how you feel or what you smell
like! Every night, you're in my dreams! I wake up clutching the pillow as
if it was you!" I confessed.

His arms came around me.

"I'm just glad I don't talk in my sleep or every guy in the barracks would
know your name and how I feel about you." he said, gently licking at my
neck.

"Oh, God! Please don't start! I'll never get dinner finished if you go any
further!" I begged.

"Okay. But make it quick! Food I can eat anytime. I've only got until
tomorrow to eat you!" he grinned down at me.

"You see! You need to let me feed you! You're getting cannibalistic again!"
I laughed.

I quickly finished dinner and I don't think I've ever seen anybody consume
a meal so quickly as Erik did that night. I was right behind him,
however. I wanted him a lot more than I wanted dinner and I got the
definite impression that he felt ths same way. As soon as we were finished,
Erik grabbed my hand and was dragging me to the bedroom. My protests that I
needed to do the dishes went completely ignored and, to tell the truth, I
didn't mind putting it off either.

I couldn't even tell you how many times we made love that night. I do
remember that we did everything that we ever did, in every position we'd
ever done it in and even a couple of new ones!  I do distinctly remember
Erik having me with my head and neck on the floor, my back against the side
of the bed, my legs spread and him with his cock pointed straight down,
going in and out of my ass. When I came, I opened my mouth and shot my
entire load straight into it! That was a real 'first'!

When we finally collapsed, it was almost dawn. I lay there, curled up to
him, smelling his scent and the scent of our love making, exhausted but
completely unable to sleep. I didn't want to miss a moment of him being
here with me in my bed. I just lay there watching him sleep and alternately
praying for God to keep him safe and send him back to me and crying because
my heart was torn apart knowing that he'd be leaving in just a few
hours. It didn't matter that he was coming back. I didn't want him to go -
not even for an hour!

Finally, the time came that I knew I had to wake him. I didn't want him to
miss his bus and be in trouble. It was only two months until he got out -
no need for him to have something bad on his record now. For all I knew,
they could delay his getting out or something, and I sure didn't want
that. However, I decided that I was going to wake him up my favorite
way. My ass was still very open and wet from all the times he'd fucked me
the night before so I just turned over and back up against him until I
could feel his hard cock against my ass. Even in his sleep, he suddenly
maneuvered so that it was pushing into the crack of my ass. I just pushed
back on it and let it enter me. That's all he needed and his hips pushed
forward and his cock slid completely inside of me. I just lay there
waiting. It didn't take long. His cock, being in it's favorite place, knew
just what to do even if he wasn't awake to guide it. His hips started
making stabbing motions and soon his cock was sliding easily in and out of
my butt.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good!" Erik groaned, half asleep.

His arms wrapped tightly around me and his mouth began licking and biting
at my neck and shoulders as he began really plowing my butt. I groaned at
the good feelings his cock was causing deep inside me. I don't know how I
was going to live without this for the two months he'd be gone! I loved
when he fucked me! I loved the feelings, the incredible pleasure it gave
me! More importantly to me, I loved the satisfaction and pleasure that I
could give him.

It was not a long fuck. Mostly our 'first thing in the morning' fucks never
were. They were usually short but intense and this one was no
different. Before too many minutes had passed, Erik pushed me over on my
stomach and maneuvered between my legs (never letting his cock leave my
ass) and began truly slamming his cock into my eager and receptive hole. I
pushed back against each of his thrusts, making each one stronger and
harder all the while my cock was sliding against the sheets under
me. Within a few moments, Erik was screaming out - as was I.

"FUCK! YEAH! TAKE IT! TAKE MY LOAD!" he screamed as his cock erupted in my
very open chute.

"YEAH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I screamed as I unloaded all over the sheets
below me.

Erik collapsed on top of me and I was pinned to the bed by his weight. I
loved this feeling of him holding me under him after he fucked me. I loved
the feeling of powerlessness and possession. I loved the feeling of his
body so close to mine. The fact of the matter was, I loved EVERYTHING that
Erik did to me!

Finally his cock softened and slid from my well-used ass. Erik slid down my
back and pried my butt-cheeks apart. I lifted my ass to give him better
access and he locked his mouth to my hole and began licking and sucking his
load from it. I groaned at the feelings he was causing in my hole. He was
soothing all of the raw, sore tissues in it and making me feel wonderful at
the same time. I might have thought ass-eating nasty at first, but there
was nothing I loved more after Erik fucked me than to have him eat his load
from my butt.

We lay in bed a while longer, kissing and holding one another. Neither of
us said a word, however. There was nothing left to say. He had to go, I had
to stay. He wouldn't be back for two months and, somehow, I was just going
to have to learn how to live without him around again.  The only good thing
was that it would only be two months - not a lifetime, even though that's
what it felt like at the time.

Finally, I got up and put on coffee. I was going to make breakfast for us
but Erik had other ideas.  He dragged me into the shower and we ended up
making love in there as well - only this time it was my cock that was
slamming up his ass and my lips wrapped around his hole sucking out my
load. We then had coffee and Erik finished packing. This time, no matter
what kind of a fool I made out of myself, I was going to the bus station
with him to see him off. I would try to keep from embarrassing him but I
wasn't making any promises. For his part, Erik wasn't the least bit worried
about me embarrassing him, he just wanted me there.

As we walked the few blocks to the bus station, Erik had his arm thrown
around my shoulders, holding me close to him. In fact, when we got to the
station, he never let go of me. It was like he wanted the physical contact
with me until he absolutely had to let go. I didn't mind. I didn't even
care anymore who saw us. As far as I was concerned, Erik and I were in love
and if somebody couldn't deal with that - it was their problem, not ours!

When we got to the station, there was a surprise waiting for us. Both Wally
and Mr. Holloway were there to see him off. Well...at least that's what I
thought at first and it partially was true.  However, I figured out finally
that they were there as much for me as they were for Erik. I guess they
both knew how upset I was going to be at Erik leaving and had come to give
me 'moral support'.

"So, Marine! Back to Quantico, huh?" Wally said.

"Yeah. For the last time." Erik replied.

"Don't worry now, Erik, about Tim. We'll make sure he's okay until you
return." Mr. Holloway said, smiling at both of us.

"Thank you both. However, I think Tim does a pretty good job of taking care
of himself. He's certainly done a good job of taking care of me!" Erik
said.

I don't think he realized how that statement could be taken until he saw
the surprised looks on Wally and Mr. Holloway's faces followed by big
grins.

"Uhhh...I didn't mean it that way..." Erik said, getting all embarrassed
and blushing.

"It's okay. I understood what you meant. Besides, you do a good job of
taking care of me...we take care of each other." I said, squeezing him with
the arm I had wrapped around his waist.

Erik grinned down at me.

"Yeah. We do, don't we?" he smiled.

"Besides, I think Tim's going to be very busy while you're gone. I already
have a meeting set up for him for tomorrow with the Dean of Admissions at
City College. If you want, Tim, I think you should be able to start college
in a couple of weeks, when they start the summer term." Mr.  Holloway said.

"That would be great!" I enthused. "I'm going to need to keep busy."

It was at that moment, that we heard the boarding call for Erik's bus.

"Well, that's me." Erik said, grabbing his duffle.

He still had his arm around me and we started walking towards the exit for
the buses. Erik handed the driver his duffle who put it in the luggage
compartment under the bus. I reached in my back pocket and handed Erik a
paperback copy of Mary Renault's THE LAST OF THE WINE for him to read on
the bus. He took it and stuck it in his back pocket and then wrapped both
arms around me.

"I will be here the moment I'm released. You keep that cell-phone with you
at all times because I want to be able to reach you whenever I get lonely."
Erik said quietly to me.

"I will. I love you." I said, not trusting myself to say anything else for
fear of breaking down crying.

"I know you do and I love you - more than I can ever tell you." Erik said.

Then he kissed me. This was no gentle little peck, either! He kissed me
deeply and passionately. I don't know who saw this young, studly Marine
kissing another guy but I didn't care and Erik didn't seem to either. He
kissed me for what felt like a long time and then finally let me go, and
climbed on the bus.

I watched as the bus pulled out, waving to him the whole time, tears
streaming down my face. I finally felt another arm go around my shoulder
and, looking to my right, there was Mr. Holloway, holding me to him and on
my left, was Wally beside me in his wheel chair. I don't think I was ever
so grateful to see two people in my life! I really didn't want to deal with
this alone.

We went inside the terminal and all sat down in the restaurant and had
breakfast together as none of us had eaten yet. Then Mr. Holloway and I
went to the bookstore and I spent the rest of the day straightening shelves
and putting up stock - anything not to have to deal with customers. Mr.
Holloway seemed to understand because he stayed behind the counter all day
- something he didn't usually do.

I went home that night to my empty apartment and tried to read but nothing
grabbed my interest.  I decided to just go to bed when suddenly I heard
this strange 'chirping' noise. At first, I couldn't figure out what the
hell it was but finally figured out that it was my cell-phone ringing. I
opened it up and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, very tentatively.

"I love you. I miss you. How are you?" I heard Erik's voice coming through
the phone.

"Oh God! I love you! I miss you! I'm fucking miserable without you!" I
said, and tears flooded my eyes.

"Don't cry...it won't be long until I'm there with you." he said.

"How...how did you know?" I sputtered.

"Because I know you! I knew you'd cry when you heard my voice. You don't
know but I've got tears in my eyes right now, too." he said quietly.

"I don't know how I'm going to get to sleep tonight without you there with
me." I said.

"I'm always with you - if only in spirit. You know I'll be thinking of you
the whole time." Erik told me.

"How are your buddies dealing with you not re-upping?" I asked.

"They were a little surprised at first but I told some of the guys about
meeting you and falling in love with you so they understood." he said.

"You did?!" I exclaimed.

I was shocked that he had told anyone in the Corps about us.

"Yeah. It's okay. These are guys I've played with in the past. I told them
I was now 'off-limits'."  he laughed.

"Oh...I guess it's okay then?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's okay." he said.

"I still don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep." I said.

"You've got my picture. Just put it next to the bed and look at it. It will
feel almost like I'm there." he said.

"You don't have one of me." I said.

"You could fix that." he said.

"Okay. I'll do it tomorrow."

"I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Please. I'd love that." I said.

"Okay, then, until tomorrow. I love you." Erik said.

"I love you." I said and then the connection was broken.

The next day, I did take care of it. Mr. Holloway told me where there was
this booth-thing that you could make pictures in. Four of them on a
strip. I went there and sat in the booth while it took my picture. I didn't
like the first strip so I did another. Those I liked better so I put them
in an envelop along with my daily letter to Erik and sent it off.

A couple of days later, I stopped by to see Wally and he said there were
several packages for me.  He had one of the guys bring them out of the
back. The first box was a computer! A laptop computer. There was another
box as well, not quite as big. This turned out to be a backpack to put the
computer in. The third box was a printer for the computer. When I got the
computer home and opened the box, there was a note from Erik telling me
that he got me this so that I could take it to college classes with
me. That's what the backpack was all about. He also reminded me that I
needed to get a phone installed because the laptop had a 'modem' in it. He
told me when I got the phone to also get 'Unlimited Internet Access' as
well. That way, we could 'e-mail' each other.

I read through the book on the computer and figured out that it wasn't much
different than the ones we had used at school - just portable. I set it up
and wrote Erik a letter and printed it out on the printer. I told him that
this was the first thing I'd written on the computer, just to let him know
that it had arrived and was okay. I also thanked him for it and assured him
that I would call and order a phone line to be installed the next day.

That's how things went for the next two months. I talked to Erik every day
by cell-phone and also by e-mail. I had started college and Erik wanted to
know every day how things were going. I didn't have any trouble telling him
because I really loved going to school. I told him, though, that he was
wrong about one thing. He'd said that what with school and work and all, I
wouldn't have time to miss him. He was dead wrong about that! I still
missed him. Maybe not as much because I might go a whole 5 minutes without
thinking about him, but that was about it!

Finally, the day came when Erik was released from the Marine
Corps. Mr. Holloway knew that he was coming back and had given me the day
off. I wanted a chance to thoroughly clean the apartment and go to the
store to get food to make a special meal. I also got Jack to buy me beer so
it would be there for Erik. I didn't want to make steak but Wally had told
me about 'standing rib roast' which he said was actually steaks but kind of
stacked up which was roasted rather than broiled. When I saw it at the
butcher shop I realized what he meant by it being stacked up steak. I also
went to a bakery and got a chocolate cake with white whipped cream icing. I
had them put "Welcome Home, Erik" on it and they even did the symbol of the
Marine Corps on top of the cake with the wording around it.

I was at the bus station at least an hour before Erik's bus was due to
arrive. Thank goodness Wally was there as well so that I had somebody to
talk to or I would have gone crazy waiting. We sat there drinking coffee
and talking about how I was doing in college. Vera came by and told Wally
that there was a phone call for him. He wheeled himself over to his office
and was gone for a long time. When he came back, he looked very troubled.

"Tim," he said, and I just suddenly knew that what he was about to tell me
was bad news - very bad news. "One of the buses has had an accident on I-95
outside . There were several people killed and a lot who were injured. It's
the bus that Eric would have been on."

I looked at him, at first not comprehending what he was saying to me. Then
it hit me - dead, injured, Eric's bus! One of them could be him!

"What happened? Do you know if Erik's all right?" I said, almost unable to
get the words out.

"A semi went out of control and hit the bus. That's all I know right
now. I'm sorry, Tim. I'm trying to find out more." Wally said, wheeling off
again towards his office.

I sat there, stunned. I didn't know what to think, what to do! For all I
knew, at that point, Erik could be lying in a ditch on the side of the
highway dead! I tried to grab hold of myself. I didn't need to go there
mentally. I didn't want to fall apart until I knew just exactly what the
fuck was going on! Wally had said that he was trying to get more
information. We really didn't know anything yet. We didn't even know for
sure that was the bus that Erik was on.

I didn't know what to do, at that point, and then I had a brilliant flash!
The cell phone! I'd call Erik and see where he was and what was going on. I
didn't know his number by heart but I always had it on a piece of paper in
my wallet. I pulled it out and dialed. The phone rang several times and
then went to a voice mail box. What shocked me was suddenly hearing Erik's
voice!  But it wasn't him!

"Hi! This is Erik. I can't answer right now so leave a message at the
beep!" his voice said.

When the voice mail beeped, I hesitated but decided to leave a message just
in case.

"Erik, this is Tim. Please call me and let me know what's going on. Wally
says there's been an accident but we don't know how you are. Please! Call
me!" I said, my voice getting more frantic with each phrase.

I decided to just hang up. I didn't want him to realize how frantic I
really was at that point. I continued sitting at the table in the caf^Â in
the bus terminal, trying to figure out something and waiting for Wally to
find out more information. I sat there what seemed to be a very long time.

"Honey, you want some coffee?" Vera asked, coming over and putting an arm
around me.

"No, thanks, Vera." I said, barely above a whisper.

"Honey, I'm sure he's okay. That big strapping Marine boy, can't nothin'
hurt him!" she said.  "Besides, I been prayin' and you may not know this
but God listens to waitresses! Sure he does!  After all, there ain't no
reward on earth bein' a waitress - so we're kinda special to God." she
said, smiling at me.

I gave her a half-smile back. It was sweet of her to try and cheer me up.

"Thanks, Vera. Keep praying. Please." I said, and tears started to roll
down my face.

Vera leaned down and hugged me.

"I will, honey. I will." she said, squeezing me.

I sat there a while longer before I saw Wally rolling my way.

"I just got word. The company has sent another bus to bring the uninjured
passengers the rest of the route. It should be here in about four
hours. Why don't you go home and get some rest. I'll call you when the bus
is due." Wally said.

"He still hasn't called." I said quietly.

"All kinds of reasons for that. Maybe the cell phone was broken in the
accident. Maybe they're in a 'dead-space' where the signal won't
reach. Don't worry about it. Go home and let me call you."  Wally said.

"Okay. I guess there's nothing I can do here." I said, getting
up. "Thanks."

Wally took my arm and I leaned down and hugged him. He held me for a moment
and then let me go.

I walked out of the station and went home. The apartment seemed so empty
but I realized it was just my own misery making it seem that way. All this
time, I had been expecting Erik to be there by now and, instead, I didn't
know if he was ever coming at all. I lay down across the bed with my
clothes on and cried myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept when I was suddenly awoken by a buzzing. It
took me a few moments to figure out it was my cell phone. I flipped it open
to answer it.

"Tim, it's Wally. That bus is due in about twenty minutes." he said.

"I'll be right there." I said, hanging up.

It was only a 5 minute walk to the bus station so I went into the bathroom
and threw some cold water on my face and brushed my teeth. I decided not to
change clothes and just left for the bus station. I got there before the
bus arrived and sat down with Wally and had a cup of coffee.

When the bus was arriving, Wally and I walked outside to where it would be
pulling in. We stood there as the bus marked "Special" disembarked it's
passengers and their luggage. I kept waiting to see Erik but he never
stepped off the bus. I even went up into the bus to see if he was still on
board but it was empty. In the mean time, Wally had gone to talk to the
driver. When I climbed down out of the bus, Wally had a large, green duffle
bag laid across his lap as he wheeled towards me.

"His bag's on the bus but the driver told me that no one with Erik's
description got on." Wally said.

"Then he's still there?" I asked, my heart in my mouth.

I figured that Erik was injured in the accident. I just couldn't even
contemplate the idea that he was killed! Wally and I went back inside to
try and find out more information. It took Wally nearly an hour of phone
calls to check all the hospitals in the area the accident happened in but
Erik wasn't a patient in any of them. Wally then called the Highway
Patrol. They, at first, refused to give Wally any information on those who
had been killed in the accident.

"Look, I know you have to notify the next-of-kin but I'm not asking you to
tell me the names of those who were killed. We're trying to find someone
who was on the bus. Let me give you a name and you tell me if they're on
the list or not. That way, you haven't given me the name.  Please, it's
very important." Wally said.

Whoever was on the other end of the phone evidently took a while to decide
but finally Wally gave them Erik's name. From the look on Wally's face, I
knew immediately that Erik was not among those killed. I was so
relieved. But that still didn't answer the question of where he was!  He
hadn't been on the bus and he wasn't in any of the hospitals. None of this
made any sense!

I didn't know what to do at that point - whether to go home and wait or
wait at the bus station. I finally just sat down with Wally in the little
caf^Â and Vera brought us coffee. Both she and Wally tried to get me to eat
something, but the idea of food just didn't hold any interest for me. Wally
kept trying to get information but it didn't seem like there was any to be
had.

It must have been almost three hours later. Vera was bringing us yet
another cup of coffee when she suddenly let out a small scream and dropped
the glass pot filled with the dark liquid. Wally and I both got splashed
and I jumped up. Vera was staring off across the station, totally ignoring
the mess she'd made.

"Look! LOOK!" she yelled, pointing across the station.

There, coming through the passenger arrival door was ERIK!!! His head was
bandaged and one of his arms was in a sling. I ran to him as fast as I
could across the station. His face lit up when he saw me. I almost threw
myself into his arms but realized that he was injured and that wouldn't be
a good idea. It was Erik who reached out and grabbed me with the arm which
wasn't in the sling, pulling me too him. I slipped my arms around his waist
and simply hung on. I looked up at him with tears of joy and gratitude
streaming down my face and he kissed me passionately, right there in the
terminal with everybody looking on. Of course, we had no reason to care
what people thought anymore. One of the things I noticed was that Erik was
in civilian clothes.

"What happened? Why weren't you on the bus?" I asked when Erik finally
pulled his mouth from mine.

"Because I was getting treated in the hospital. At first, they talked about
keeping me overnight but my injuries weren't bad enough. The bus company
put me on the next bus here." he said.

"You're duffle's already here." I said. "Why didn't you call me?"

"My cell phone was smashed up in the crash. I wanted to call you, but I
didn't have time. The bus was leaving about two minutes after they got me
to the station from the hospital. It was either make this bus or wait until
tomorrow and I couldn't wait!" Erik said.

"I'm glad you didn't! Wally and I have been going crazy trying to find you!
None of the hospitals would admit you were there!" I said.

"That's because I was never admitted. I was only treated and released."
Erik explained.

"But the bus company didn't know where you were either." I said.

"No, they didn't. It was the Highway Patrol that took me to and from the
hospital. Lot of those guys are ex-Jarheads. Trust me, they took good care
of me." Erik grinned.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just banged my arm and cracked my head. My head's too hard to hurt
and the doctor said my arm was just really bruised. He put it in a sling
more to remind me not to use it than anything."  he grinned sheepishly. "I
feel a lot better than I look."

"About time you showed up, Marine! Where the fuck you been?" Wally
exclaimed wheeling up to us.

"Been out getting patched up from riding one of your buses!" Erik grinned
at Wally.

"Ain't the bus that was at fault from what I hear." Wally said.

"No. That's true." Erik said. "It was the fault of the truck that
sideswiped the bus. They caught the guy, too. They took him to jail."

"Well, that's certainly what he deserves for what he did." Wally said.

"I'm just glad you're in one piece." I said quietly.

"Me, too." Erik smiled at me and pulled me closer with his good arm. "Can
we go home?"

"Yeah, you two get outa here. I got a shit load of work to do and I would
guess you two have some catching up to do." Wally smiled at us and then
wheeled off towards his office.

Erik reached for his duffle but I grabbed it out of his hand.

"You don't need to be lifting anything until your arm is healed." I said.

"I'm not a cripple." Erik fumed at me.

"You are until you're healed." I said insistently.

Erik stood there, staring down angrily at me for a moment and then his face
softened and he smiled.

"Okay. I guess you're right." he said quietly.

"Come on. Let's go home." I smiled back.

We walked the few blocks to the apartment. When we got there, I expected
that Erik would take me in his arms the way he always did, but he wasn't
able to this time. Instead, he asked me to help him take his clothes off.
I did it very gently because I could tell that Erik was hurting. I got his
shirt off and then got him into the bedroom and sitting on the bed. I knelt
on the floor and started unlacing his boots. I was surprised that he was
wearing his combat boots but, I guessed, he was so used to wearing them
that he felt more comfortable in them.

"It looks like you're into some S/M thing down there." he grinned down at
me as I unlaced his boots.

"I'm just taking them off you - not licking them." I grinned back.

"I could never understand that stuff. I mean, havin' somebody lick your
feet is great, but you can't feel somebody lickin' your boots." he said.

"Oh? That's something you've never told me." I said.

"What?" he asked.

"That you like your feet licked." I answered.

"Well, I just kind of figured that I needed to leave some things for later
discovery." he grinned.

"Hmm...well, we'll get to those later. Right now, you're in no condition to
do much of anything.  Did they give you anything for pain?" I asked.

"Uhh...yeah. There's a bottle of pills in my duffle bag." he said.

I went over to the bag and rummaged around until I found the bottle of
pills. I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured him some
chilled water into a glass and then went back to the bedroom.

"Here." I said, handing him two pills as the directions on the bottle
said. "It looks like you could use these."

He looked at me with reluctance. "They make me sleepy."

"A good thing, all told. It will help you heal. We don't have to play right
now. We've got all the time in the world to do that." I said.

"But that's what I most wanted to do!" he whined.

"Okay. I'll make a deal with you. It will take some time for the pills to
hit. You lay back quietly and I'll take care of you. Then you get some
sleep. Okay?" I asked.

"Okay." he said.

I finished undressing him and then helped him lay out on the bed. His cock
was only semi-hard so I knew he was still in some pain. I leaned down over
him and began licking gently at his cock. He moaned quietly as I slipped
the head of it into my mouth and began gently sucking at it.  Bending over
him and taking him head on made it incredibly easy to take all of him deep
into my throat.  Slowly, he began to grow until he was full length and rock
hard. I kept moving my head up and down until he began thrusting up with
his hips, fucking my face. Then I just held my mouth still and let him take
control. He put his hand on my head as he continued to thrust into my
mouth. He was moaning and talking as he did so.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Suck my cock! Oh, fuck! Eat me! Yeah! Swallow that thing!"
he groaned.

I could feel him stiffen even harder and begin to swell as I watched his
balls pulling up tight to the base of his cock and knew he was about to
cum. I began to move my head and to hum deep in my throat, knowing that the
sound vibrations were going through his cock. He screamed out and I could
feel pulse after pulse of his hot juices going right down my throat. I
pulled back some so that I could take some of it in my mouth to taste. I
loved the taste of his cum!

"Oh! Fuck! Yeah!" he screamed out as he came, clutching tightly to my head.

I continued to nurse on his cock as it softened and his body slowly
relaxed. I guess cumming had completely exhausted him because before I
could pull my mouth off of his cock, I heard the soft snoring above me and
knew that he was asleep. I pulled off his cock and took off my own clothes
and crawled into bed next to him. I lay there, smelling his scent and
tasting his cum, totally and deliriously happy. Happy to have him beside me
and knowing that there would be no leaving anymore. Eric was mine. He'd set
out to recruit me for the Corps and ended up being mine instead. The Marine
Corps had lost a Jarhead and I'd gained a lover. All in all, I figured it
was a pretty good deal.

THE END OF RECRUITED FOR THE CORPS

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